Verse
This life of mine, it’s hard,
Waves of pain and hurt,
Resolutions burned and charred,
And crumpled letters in the dirt.
Chorus
Mud on my face, in my eyes,
My excuse for a disguise,
Excuse me while I bear my soul,
But now it’s frostbitten in the cold.
Verse 2
This darkness overwhelms me,
My hand vanishes in the mist,
My fears have come to life,
But something’s grabbed my wrist.
Chorus
Verse 3
An angel lifts me up,
And I look into his face,
Kindness and concern are written here,
His movements show no haste.
He lifts me higher until I stand,
And we walk together hand in hand,
The world is moving behind my back,
But with my angel there is nothing I lack.














Comments
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Let yourself go.
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"You don't take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it." ~Author Unknown
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If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't follow. I'd be at the bottom to catch them when they fall.
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"You don't take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it." ~Author Unknown
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If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't follow. I'd be at the bottom to catch them when they fall.
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× nEvEr × wAnTeD× To Be × DiFFeReNt × I jUsT× wAnTeD ×To Be × mE ×
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"You don't take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it." ~Author Unknown
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The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.
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