Dear God,
by: Faye
This pain I've been holding on,
I entrust this all to you.
This tear I've been holding on,
I wipe this all to you. I want to live your life,
Not from holding on a knife.
So that everyone will strife and,
Not just a bundle of rife. In my chaos, in my sorrow I was hit by an arrow,
Like there's no tomorrow,
By keeping line in a row. But a man who is stronger,
Fights like no other.
A man who is wiser,
Has never run out of power.@2/25/2'19
















