If I don’t struggle,
How will I know how it feels to succeed?
If I don’t fall,
How will I know what getting up means?
If I don’t close my eyes ,
How will I ever know what it’s like to see the beautiful sky?
If I don’t stop and hold my breath,
How will I know what a joy it is to breathe?
And If don’t sing,
How would I know how it feels to please a king?
I know I’m young
But my thoughts are profound
I know I’m meant to be
Living high off the ground
One day I’ll meet my savior
One day I’ll be the hope that someone gave ya
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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