Gained in an instant.
Gone for an eternity.

I can't ask for help through the choking tears that I'm trying to swallow.

Whether you live on the moon or right next door, i still love you. my feelings won't change.

Hell is jealous of the rain.
I make even Satan envy for my pain.

We make the heavens jealous.
We're perfect no matter what they tell us.

I can’t speak through the tears that I’m trying to swallow.
My body is weak from being so long so hollow.

I’ll clear my throat to say what I need to.
Speaking slowly so I tell how I mean to.
I’ve been undercover to find the me that has long been undiscovered.

There's a ring wrapped around my wedding finger embedded with a cross to remind me of my commitment to god and his love that i always carry with me

God is the inventor. The Bible is the manual. Life is the machine. How do we make it work?

I've been asked, "what do you want to be?"
And the only thing i can respond with is, "I haven't been told yet. I'm waiting to get that memo from God."