d a Y a n d . n I g h T
it storms. it shakes.
my e y e s are burning from trying not to cry
my throat in knots from s c r e a m i n g inside
my knees to the floor, my hands are raised
asking the Lord to heal what memories I've saved
I might have lost it all,
but I will never lose my faith.
weak, I am desperate for Life.
I look within, and begin to see the Light.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
d a Y a n d . n I g h T
it storms. it shakes.
my e y e s are burning from trying not to cry
my throat in knots from s c r e a m i n g inside
my knees to the floor, my hands are raised
asking the Lord to heal what memories I've saved
I might have lost it all,
but I will never lose my faith.
weak, I am desperate for Life.
I look within, and begin to see the Light.
