Treasure Island

Jackie Kirby

(EAST TEXAS)

You can't see


The love of my life has gone away
Inside theres a pain you cant see
Loves i have lost battles i have fought
I'm asked how can i not hate those
who have done me wrong
God knows that answer for he made
me who i am.Believe me my friends
its God who's helped me though all
the heartaches I've known yes i
have survive with Gods loving arms
You can; t see what God has planed
for me Someday God will send an
angel just for me.Who will love me
for who i am And i will survive with
Gods helpful hands, You cant see
whats deep within me.No you
cant see

Submitted: Saturday, February 26, 2005
Edited: Thursday, April 29, 2010

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