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
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
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.
