I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.
On the outside, they look just like everybody else,
but they aren't;
they are broken.
They're broken for different reasons,
and in different ways they hide
the pain, the hurt, the story; they will never tell.
The source of the brokenness
is what they hide.
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met.
They look just like everybody else,
but they aren't;
they are broken.
They are just like me!
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
