i wish i wasn't such a nervous wreck i wish i could feel again my heart needs a jump start how can i find my self in this sadness all that's left is my own madness
Monday, February 7, 2011
we take for granite all the gifts we are given image being born with out vocal cords or the ability to hear image living life in a wheel chair this used to be a tree this used to be a tree this used to be a tree it was living just like me.
>grant me strength to except the things that i can not change
