Pray
Pray
My quietness is unsureness,
unsure if I should even speak.
Am I wrong to believe?
that there's hope for me?
Lately I've reserved the right to believe..
It's to late for me.
Uncertain of any resolution.
I Hope
God hears me
"Pray"
Bob Jenkens
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PermalinkLooking at you, lookin at me
Both of us wondering what we're
doing HERE
Used to be, you lookin at me
only made me want you more
Now I lokk at you, lookin at me
I see, I see...
You dont want me at all
I know that you think
you've been through too much to share
But I was there, I was willing
to
HEAR
jus a little somethin.........0 Like -
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I know I could have said it better, I could have tried to say
I wasn't ready to give in to my feelings I was trapped in a prison of doubt
I kept thinking that you knew me too well and I was pained in my dismay
It wasnt fair and I was not right and that cant be your fault
They say you cant go wishing for the past to change
But if I could I would you know
I'll show you someday0 Like -
you like pray more than breakfast in bed that was written for you? maybe you fogot how it goes. i have it mixed with "Goodnight".
Breakfast in bed
so the crack of dawn falls in the shadows. Of valleys forged from flesh, with perky tops. Draping blonde slopes and extruded ear lobes over shoulders soft moans and nibbles. makes me hungry :heart0 Like
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