beauty
to be found in many shapes and forms.
Candle in the dark
fire flies
stars leave their mark
in my eyes
lights are lit by sparks
not goodbyes
Strolling through the park
think about your tries
stuck in the ditch
will help you climb out a
dirt in your face
here is some water
a hole in the heart
here; take mine
See?
All you have to do is try
and be free
Jesus