Friends...
... seem so fake and masked
Walk in and out of you right fast
Like shadows that never meet
The way you like them to be
But one Friend I know lift me
Up above any others
Give me hope and life
Even when all friends fail
Friday, April 08, 2005
ReFlection - My Comfortor
Who is our comfortor?
In my little bubble, I cuddle myself up
Looking through the bubble, I cuddle myself up
Feeling comfortable and peaceful, In my little bubble
I struggle when the bubble burst, Out my comfort zone I go
Breathing the first breath of air, Crying aloud to announce my presence
Not knowing that comfort of life, Is no longer certain
Growing to see the pain, Knowing this is temporal
Seeing my comfortor, Beyond His comfort zone
Give life to many, My greatest comfort from HIM
In my little bubble, I cuddle myself up
Looking through the bubble, I cuddle myself up
Feeling comfortable and peaceful, In my little bubble
I struggle when the bubble burst, Out my comfort zone I go
Breathing the first breath of air, Crying aloud to announce my presence
Not knowing that comfort of life, Is no longer certain
Growing to see the pain, Knowing this is temporal
Seeing my comfortor, Beyond His comfort zone
Give life to many, My greatest comfort from HIM
ReFlection - Dreams
Dreams give me a purpose
Dreams give me hope
Knowing that dreams help me reach
My fullest potential
Achieving dreams can be derailing
When hitting radical obstacles
Nevertheless dreams give
Purpose and hope in life
At the end of each day
When blue sky turns dull
When I catch a glimpse of that beacon
I know my dreams are alive
Dreams give me hope
Knowing that dreams help me reach
My fullest potential
Achieving dreams can be derailing
When hitting radical obstacles
Nevertheless dreams give
Purpose and hope in life
At the end of each day
When blue sky turns dull
When I catch a glimpse of that beacon
I know my dreams are alive
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