|
BE SHOWEDWhen we met I had a heart of gold, But on the day you hit me I became cold,I ask myself is life worth going through this... If so Lord send me a signal, Then I will know...If not Lord send me a sign how to lighten the load. Now I come to Thee in prayer, hear my cry up stairs, and place my feet on a new road and in the process Lord let him be showed. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
|
|
| |||||||||||||||||||
|