LOST
I feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless, like I’ve lost my fight
But I’ll be alright
‘Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you’re made of
You might bend ‘til you break
‘Cause it’s all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you’ve had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand
Life’s like a novel with the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon with only one way down
Take what you’re given before it’s gone
And start holdin’ on
Every time I get up and get back in the race
One more small piece of me starts to fall into place
Then I stand
Take me away...
A land of fairytale dreams.
Where everyone lives with the love of the Savior.
Where my heart is whole, and my soul is free.
Where dogs can talk, and cats can dream.
Here, people aren't scared.
We speak our minds.
We speak in love.
We fear no evil.
In my land our fathers can't die.
Nobody blames us.
We are always protected.
Nobody beats us.
We walk with pride.
Nobody leaves us.
There are trees blooming with treats.
Instead of dollars we have hugs and smiles.
Every ill has a cure.
Every heart can be mended.
Every soul has a mate.
You can find confidence by the mile.
In my land of fairytale dreams...
I can trust.
I can love.
I can be loved.
I can ask for help.
Not that I need it.
I'm defended.
I'm protected.
I'm adored.
I'm perfected.
I can be pure.
I can be reverent.
I can adore.
I can follow.
I can be like Him.
As much as is possible.
I'm strong.
I'm brave.
I'm tough.
I'm tender.
People look at me and say:
She's real.
She's loved.
She's safe.
She's got something special.
I want to know her.
I want to understand her.
I want to meet the man who changed her life.
Here I eat apples and almond butter.
I'm beautiful inside and out.
I know how to help.
I know how to give.
I love unconditionally.
I pray without ceasing.
I'm allergic to nothing.
My skin never breaks out.
My abs are made of steel.
My heart is made as soft as gold.
Here, somebody loves me.
He sees something different.
I let him in.
And he chooses to stay.
He knows my true soul.
He adores my imperfections.
I give him my hand.
So he can marry me one day.
i want to be brave.
I can't seem to overcome my fear. Fear of unknowns, of possibilities, of the inevitables. Fear of my own loss of control...
I am consumed with questions. There is a battle between my heart and mind. My head is rational, too much so at times. My heart is anxious. I am uneasy.
I don't understand. These are the times that His mighty hand is offered, and I instead clutch to my own. I want to depend, to let go, and to trust. But as everything seems to be spinning around me, I hold only to the thing I have
never been afraid to count on-
myself. I know how to smile, and laugh, and even make jokes. I know that I lack the ability to be serious, and look my own struggles head on. I'm the first to point out the positive, as long as it pertains to someone else. I have a lot of faults. One thing I can always do is pretend. And although I have lost the art a little, I am sure I can face this, and fool everyone around me.
God, save me. Protect my flesh, and gaurd my heart. Give me a unwavering strength.
I don't want anyone to see how scared I truly am.
