My feet are planted-
but not permantly.
Being around you-
has made me see.
There's a storm inside me-
wanting to let go.
The things you say-
but the things you show.
Doubt and furry come quite fast-
being with you will not last.
The vibe that I get from you-
doesn't make me happy, but blue.
Damaged and broken is where I've been-
looking for peace, going out on a limb.
From inside me a warm light grows-
feelling His primise, what He says shows.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
My feet are planted-
but not permantly.
Being around you-
has made me see.
There's a storm inside me-
wanting to let go.
The things you say-
but the things you show.
Doubt and furry come quite fast-
being with you will not last.
The vibe that I get from you-
doesn't make me happy, but blue.
Damaged and broken is where I've been-
looking for peace, going out on a limb.
From inside me a warm light grows-
feelling His primise, what He says shows.
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