Dear God I wrote this To put my thoughts on something,Sometimes life seems like a criminal Without a well planned caper.I know You're the answer,But I forget the question,"How do I know You love me When no one else seems to care?!"
I've tried everything I thought Might help me understand things And it didn't tell me anything Or even play my heart strings,So I'm writing writing this To wait for Your reply,"I am so tired, of not believing,"
I don't know, but I got this feeling,That today's gonna be my turning point, Everyday I get a little bit closer,it feels so good to finally be over
I don't know, but I think I'm learning This type of thing,
Never been my calling card,
Sometimes you just gotta look closer Instead of searchin' so hard
So when I start to get down And the world fills up around me And my head starts Spinnin' like a top From the way my heart beat's pounding,I can look up for a second And know that I'm alright,I spent so long, not believing.
It's my turn to fly
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