I wonder, What is the purpose of this thing we call life?
So much Heartaches and pain; sometimes my burdens seems so hard to bear,
I just want to run away from all the pain.
I can't run anymore. I feel like I am ready to die, not to kill myself but to run somewhere and hide.
This so call pride that I have deep down inside seems to help me stay alive.
When I look back throughout the years, I wonder how in the world Did I overcome?
I'll tell you how? It's when I look to the hills from whence my help comes from.
It is the stillness, and the quiet voice that we call conscience that tells me to be strong and that troubles won't last long when it's all say and done.
The knowledge of Truth
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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