Sometimes I wanna cry myself a river
Sometimes I wanna runaway, far away
It feels like the pain is piled up a mile high
Although I try to fake the smiles
Deep inside my soul is screaming
And I'm so torn apart
So I drop to my knees asking the Lord for help
Because I know I can't do this anymore
I can't keep faking the smiles and pretend that everything is okay
I open up the good book and the truth sets me free
No more pan because God healed me
No more being broken because He fixed me
I praise God because He healed me
I praise God because he wrapped me in His loving arms
He gave me the strength to stand on my own two feet
He gave me the hope that I cling too
May 24,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good poem praising GOD for so many things