sometimes I get so not me
so out of my element of what I should be
I'm searching
I feel this is me trying
to find the right ways to convey
my emotions are a mess
I'm often times at a lost
unable to think strait with the tools given to me
spent my day writing but now I find I really had nothing new to say
days have past and yet I'm torn
I really am unsure how to view a group out in this world
I wanted it to be quick so you wouldn't suffer even more
now the game still seems to be under somebody's foot
and all I can do it seems
I remain to do is pray my prayers
for you and yours I pray for you
no reason why but yet every reason why
I choose to have faith in you
I pick you to believe in as who you are
is far more then you may know
No comments:
Post a Comment