I step out on the water
I step out of the boat
But I begin to falter
And fall apart from float
I can't see your hands
But I need them now
I'm past the understand
and on the underside of clouds
Crows and vultures gather round
But I am no better
look at the ashes of my soul
chained up with fetters
Jesus wont you please come help me now
I am sinking down
Broken feathers on the ground
Cause I always break feathers
You call out, keep your eyes on me
Even though you can't see
focus your heart and mind
on the side of light
on the side of my might
Sit And Think
About Me
- Sanddollar
- I will always write as long as I have a brain and a way to put thoughts to paper. Some people think that because I am quiet, I have nothing or little to say. This is far from true. I have a great deal for the world to hear. I also observe and listen to everything very closely, so if you know me, better watch out! I help around a lot at my house. I have a wide taste in just about everything. For some odd reason, I loath driving. And you are probably sick of the "I" stuff. So, if you can, find a song of mine that you like, and take it with your on your journey. Au revoir.
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