I am good and I am bad. I am rough, tender and simple. I have hurt and have been hurt. I am no justification of goodness or bad. I have secrets that have grown worms. I have a cancer that's brewing lumps. In my heart is the cure.
I seek to find a comfort that's impervious and no matter how hard I try, the runtiness in my heart seem to elude salvation.
I am good and I am bad. I am as I ought to be.
I seek to find a comfort that's impervious and no matter how hard I try, the runtiness in my heart seem to elude salvation.
I am good and I am bad. I am as I ought to be.