My smile is my tears with happiness camouflaged for years,
With My hand gestures and grunts I tell many truths,
Make you look past my smile to really see the abuse,
Walk wit me talk wit me let my scares tell the story ,
he raised me from the tombs healed my wounds and now I feel his glory!
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
My smile is my tears with happiness camouflaged for years,
With My hand gestures and grunts I tell many truths,
Make you look past my smile to really see the abuse,
Walk wit me talk wit me let my scares tell the story ,
he raised me from the tombs healed my wounds and now I feel his glory!
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