Monday, December 19, 2011

Supposedly


Many times we tend to think

We are meant for everything

People say there is a way

If your heart wills want to stay


Doing things as what He says

Left alone we kneel to pray

Take your time to feel His Grace

Once you’re done you’ll be in place


Wishing and hoping, willing and trying

Making it worth to host my feelings

Standing and falling, losing and healing

Catching up my piece of living


I don't care I'm not the first

For as long I am the most

It's not who you were with me

But about who we wanna be


** And about how we choose to see

Reality supposedly...


by: Towil

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