Treasure Island

Karima Puzon

(September 18,1991 / Philippines)

Thank God I Met You


Sometimes I think and wonder
How my world would be without you
My world would have been different
Without you in it
I thank God I met You

My world has been happy
With you in it
You are always there inside my head
Giving me pleasure
Makes my pain go away'
I just
Thank God I met You

You always cross my mind
You are always there
I have always feel you

You make me feel alive
No tears fell
Since you came in my life
You save me from harm...
I just thank God i have met you

I can finally breath easy
I know you will always be there
By my side
You just drive me crazy
I too drive you crazy

You make me feel
The warm of fire
it just fills my soul
such love I feel
Thank God I met you

Submitted: Saturday, November 08, 2008

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