There’s a little place
In the back of my head
It’s what I tend to embrace
When I’m lying in bed
I pretend I’m not lonely
I pretend I’m not scared
It’s where my testimony
Is one that I could share.
But in the morning when
The light shines through
It strips me, reveals my sin
Showing me the truth.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 2:16 AM UTC
There’s a little place
In the back of my head
It’s what I tend to embrace
When I’m lying in bed
I pretend I’m not lonely
I pretend I’m not scared
It’s where my testimony
Is one that I could share.
But in the morning when
The light shines through
It strips me, reveals my sin
Showing me the truth.
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