I don't want to be healed. I want to be loved.
I stand on this rock while the waves crash around me
The cold wind blows all around and I feel as though I've lost
When you hold me in your arms
That's when my world makes sense
Even when the waves crash around me
I know that you're still there
...and for some reason, that makes everything okay
Labels: prayer, spirituality
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