My family knows I write,
but am I really an author?
My family knows I've loved,
but have I ever fallen?
My family knows I have goals,
but do they know my full intentions?
My family knows I have faith,
but do they know why I turned to God?
I write openly,
I write to express,
that doesn't mean that
I'll have an audience awaiting my masterpiece.
And how do I know it will be a masterpiece?
How do they figure I want to write at all?
I want no such thing, I just merely want my voice heard.
I write so people can open up there ears
and hear me through my glorious words.
I've loved. Tried giving my all...
but I can't be sure I ever tried to fall.
Fallen into the depths of love, security, and
happiness. I doubt I've even fallen.
But I've had a taste, and that taste
allows me to believe that in this world,
love is alive, and I'm yet to find it.
I have a plan.
I know what I want in this world,
I know what I want to do. It won't be easy,
but that's the point. I want it because it's hard
to achieve. My goals and my intentions are two
different things. My goals in a way are my dreams,
but they are all at different levels.
My intentions are to create a safe haven for myself,
and for my future family.
I have my faith. I will never waiver because without my
I can not be the person I am or trying to be today.
In the past, my life was up and down. There was no
consistency. And once I arrived at a permanent down,
I prayed my heart out. He heard me, He saved me, He's
continuing to do good through me.
I write, but can you hear me?
I've loved, but I have I fallen?
I have my goals, but do you know my purpose?
I have faith, but do you know my full testimony?