How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
These Words in front of my eyes should represent Life. How can I shrug off these tears that I have cried? I called, you answered. But what does it mean? If only I could see your face without being blinded. If faith the size of a mustard seed can move mountains than what do I have? Knock me down and hold me like I need to be held.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Posted by Amanda at 10:50 AM
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wow. I read this and get so many mixed feelings that I just dont know exactly what to say... questionability but reliance, want, assertiveness... and its difficult to pinpoint who its towards. hmm, we should talk about it soon.
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