My spirit bruised and broken,
yet knowing tomorrow will come,
Hopes and dreams,
Do they exist?,
or are buried deep in the part of me that is in accessible,
What is love,
Is it that part of me that feels defiled,
no, no, no.
Love is not in the words you say,
It is in the Sunrise
It is in the newborn babies cry,
You have not broken me,
I have overcome,
I am not weak,
for the things you have broken have mended to become even stronger than before,
there is more beauty than ever before,
I see the magnificence of the morning dew on roses,
I see the true colors of the rainbow,
Most of all
I trust myself,
I trust that You have not stolen my joy, you have caused pain, Yet know that
through pain comes strength and virtue.
I am the victor. I have over come the night.
by Jodi
yet knowing tomorrow will come,
Hopes and dreams,
Do they exist?,
or are buried deep in the part of me that is in accessible,
What is love,
Is it that part of me that feels defiled,
no, no, no.
Love is not in the words you say,
It is in the Sunrise
It is in the newborn babies cry,
You have not broken me,
I have overcome,
I am not weak,
for the things you have broken have mended to become even stronger than before,
there is more beauty than ever before,
I see the magnificence of the morning dew on roses,
I see the true colors of the rainbow,
Most of all
I trust myself,
I trust that You have not stolen my joy, you have caused pain, Yet know that
through pain comes strength and virtue.
I am the victor. I have over come the night.
by Jodi