SHE CRIES

And as she sits and thinks of life's mistake:
Why so young and so ashamed?
She thinks that love is what you give,
but yet they take with no release!

They squeeze and push each bit of life.
From her heart...
Her thoughts...
in a messed up mind...

She sits and cries,
sits and weeps.
Takes a pillow in which she screams!
Takes a blade for pain release,
where blood and tears flow...
and she feels pleased...

And as she sits,
home alone,
she looks outside her broken home...
next to her a Bible lays,
she picks it up,
inside she finds:
-At your weakest you will find, I'm the strongest and you will rise!-

And then she cries...

She sits and cries,
sits and weeps.
Takes a pillow in which she screams!
Takes a blade for pain release.
Where blood and tears flow...
And she feels pleased...

And she feels plesed...
And she feels pleased...

But he picks her up.
Shows her the path.
Shows her that her pain has no wrath!
He holds her tight,
where her tears will fight
-will heal her broken heart
that people took apart...

And then she cries...