Pillows know too much, I would say.
When the sun is up, I put on a smile as my mask,
So that no one has to know my inner trials.
Tossing and turning through the lonely nights with hammering thoughts overwhelming you.
Thunderstrike in your conscience, and you are lump.
If pillows could talk.
The walls of your heart break open, and all you are left with is a pillow soaked with sorrow.
Paralyzed with fear. You intend to be rest assured that the morning sun will bring relief.
If pillows could talk, the entire world would see your pain.
Pray and pray and never stop, and you will see how you can be rest assured of transformation for the Master has your soul.
God is the way, the truth, and God is life.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
Pillows know too much, I would say.
When the sun is up, I put on a smile as my mask,
So that no one has to know my inner trials.
Tossing and turning through the lonely nights with hammering thoughts overwhelming you.
Thunderstrike in your conscience, and you are lump.
If pillows could talk.
The walls of your heart break open, and all you are left with is a pillow soaked with sorrow.
Paralyzed with fear. You intend to be rest assured that the morning sun will bring relief.
If pillows could talk, the entire world would see your pain.
Pray and pray and never stop, and you will see how you can be rest assured of transformation for the Master has your soul.
God is the way, the truth, and God is life.
God is our savior.