When she sleeps, no more worries ursurp the day
When she sleeps, interpretations are held at bay
When she sleeps, peace
But during the day, what can I say,
I could say much, but He wouldn't want it that way,
I could say much, but He wouldn't want it that way,
Where it not for Grace, I'd be going insane
Walk in my shoes, hold my hand
Think you can understand!
My logic is loosing to the emotion that's profusing
And I struggle just to maintain.
The Hope I cling to, what can I say?
There's a greater Love to be in,
Than the one next to me, on this cold winter day.
1 comment:
I heard from a wiser one that insanity is not the loss of logic/reasoning - but rather the loss of imagination. That's right, my brothah - take yo time - wid dem rhymes. keep rap'n on heaven's doors.
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