Sitting on a broken seat You wait in the dim light Cold hands and cold feet Dreading the rest of the night
Tight skirts, loose tops Every touch is always too much Yet you hold your breath and hide the pain But there's a voice in your mind That keeps you sane
I'm just a passerby But I see you with my own eyes I see your soul, I see your life I love you And I know you are loved
I was stuck in traffic somewhere in Cubao and I saw all these prostitutes. I was just wondering what their story was and it just broke my heart. Each life is precious, & every soul needs to know Him.