Comments about LilyAnn McCambridge
It seems that every single day, he sends another soul my way.
To repair in them, what I see in me, I can't escape, he won't let me be.
I long to see a hope, a smile, upon their faces and all the while;
I struggle in my own despair, the moods swing up, down and everywhere.
I refuse to let them feel like me, I've been down so long, I can hardly see.
It makes me feel I accomplished love, when I use his strength from up above.
To heal their darkness, with my light, and all the while,