by july Jan 2, 2004
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
I cry in the middle of the night wishing i could close my eyes and go through the light. where the streets are made of gold and many true story's are told. where i can sing my songs of buety and grace and put a smile upon each angel's face where there is only cheers and tears would be shed only when the lord spreds good news. where evreyone has diffrent views. but share the same heart. that is what i wish for that i could close my eyes and go through the light |