In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could
I laid across your heart like a bed. Secure, soaring through the air. Goodbye to the linen I left back at home. Stuck in an room. I felt at ease. My back falling splat into comfort. An endless supply of
Everything I earned, everything I learned going into vain, They all forgot everything, leaving me with an incredible pain. Now, I am all alone having just a work of taking breath, Nothing left in my life, I am just waiting
Heavenly Father, I focus my thoughts on You. In the palm of Your hand, how can I lose? Your grace is sufficient for every need. All things are possible if I will only believe. Divine power through me is flowing.