God is a scientist and I am his experiment.
We have a beautiful disaster meaning me
on our hands. God is a potter and I am clay
in his hands. I am nothing, but ashes and
yet God makes me into something beautiful.
It is a wonderful life for me, I am blessed.
I may be strong on the outside, but I am very
fragile on the inside. Silently broken, I stare at
the world longing to be heard. Silently broken,
I stare at the world longing for one kindhearted
soul to care about me. Friends may come and go,
but my family will always love me. I trade in my
enemies for happy memories and funny stories,
memoirs of a teenage angel. I see myself through
the eyes of grace and my heart is wrapped up in
a never ending embrace. I never have a reason
to hide for love is as wide and deep as the ocean.