V
Victoriamae
Guest
I am but a broken vessel
A lost, black sheep and a reckless wanderer
A stinky rubbish that anyone would smear
An empty cup that nothing could fill
I am BUT in a hopeless and helpless state
Who am I that YOU are mindful of me?
You came into the scene and save me into that hell
You are my bright and shining armor
With your gentle hands you pick up those broken pieces
And piece by piece you put them back and made me whole again
What else could I asked for?
through YOU I am filled.
What more should I look for?
in YOU I am complete.
Who else do I need?
with YOU, I am satisfied.
To whom do I need to run to?
when in YOU I am secure.
Why should I be afraid of this life?
when I’m I sure I am yours.
Afterall, life is like a mist, a vapor in the wind
A shadow that passes by
Death is like a thief in the night
We don’t really know when, where and how
Everything is under the sun,
But one thing I am sure of,
Our days are perfectly designed and numbered by a mighty hand.
A lost, black sheep and a reckless wanderer
A stinky rubbish that anyone would smear
An empty cup that nothing could fill
I am BUT in a hopeless and helpless state
Who am I that YOU are mindful of me?
You came into the scene and save me into that hell
You are my bright and shining armor
With your gentle hands you pick up those broken pieces
And piece by piece you put them back and made me whole again
What else could I asked for?
through YOU I am filled.
What more should I look for?
in YOU I am complete.
Who else do I need?
with YOU, I am satisfied.
To whom do I need to run to?
when in YOU I am secure.
Why should I be afraid of this life?
when I’m I sure I am yours.
Afterall, life is like a mist, a vapor in the wind
A shadow that passes by
Death is like a thief in the night
We don’t really know when, where and how
Everything is under the sun,
But one thing I am sure of,
Our days are perfectly designed and numbered by a mighty hand.