Out of the darkness of a body death driven, came the new birth of the SoulChildWritten. It took a pen and page to make her come to life. Now she'll forever be preserved in everything she writes. Although for love she's cynical her heart is made of gold. She's let go of her demons And her dreams can now unfold. So amidst the hurt the sorrow, pain she will be here to stay. And in spite of all the shadowed rain her strength will never stray. When times get rough and noone hears her hope will keep her giving. and when she's faced with all she fears the Lord will keep her living. She'll no longer be afraid when she's alone, And can't find a place to call her own. She'll unwind in her scribin until someone listens. She'll write what is me the Soul Child Written. (c) copywritten 2004 |
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