The outside isn’t the same;
Feeling different and changed
For who I am is not who you see
The girl that I am is hidden inside me
He knows who I am, and where I’m from
He will come sometime and bring me home
For I am his bride
From him I cannot hide
I praise you Lord, for all that you are
In my darkness you are the morning star
All I can is sing to you
You’re always there seeing me through
I wrote this a while ago, but only decided to post now because:
1.) Some have told me to update my blog... ugh
and
2.) I am procrastinating. I do not want to work on an essay I have that is due in a few days.
Carollela ♥
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