I know who I am is who you made. So, here I am, unafraid.
home is where the beach is
3.06.2013
It seems like every time I start to let go, I realize what i'm holding onto... and I just can't. I hear stories of your smile, I hear stories of your frown... Where are you now? Where are you now? Do you ever think of me in the quiet, in the crowd?
God,
Please make my heart a peaceful place for you to live.
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