Crash, the weighted bells are ringing...
...Dance, the whistling chimes are singing...
God I don’t think I can take much more
It seems like I have no purpose here, nothing in...
I have always wondered whats under my feet.
What is high above...flying wit the wind...
How can I worry when He holds my hand?
How can I fear while in His light I stand...
Why won't it stop
this constant pain attacking...
I don't want to do anything
I don't want to blink...
It only a story
How could it be true...
I often wonder what the future holds.
In the midst of times hands...
God dresses up as someone else
to be with us everyday...
Five old men in beds,
in a hospital wing...
Dear Dad,
Been bad...
Always holding on,
no meaning to my life...