You sit quietly believing in
yourself, you can smile, you
can cry, but remember your
heart will always care in a very
special way.
Your the keeper of your heart
soul, keeper of all you believe
keeper of your spirituality and
believer of God.
You sit at the hand of the
beholder, knowing the
distant of mind, distant
of secret thoughts, capturing
blue flames of your own destiny.
Derena Bree
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
You sit quietly believing in
yourself, you can smile, you
can cry, but remember your
heart will always care in a very
special way.
Your the keeper of your heart
soul, keeper of all you believe
keeper of your spirituality and
believer of God.
You sit at the hand of the
beholder, knowing the
distant of mind, distant
of secret thoughts, capturing
blue flames of your own destiny.
Derena Bree
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