F you in the city? baby nah I'm on the road.
the white tennis shoes…
she arrived in a box..
the illusion of love.
what in that one word opens my heart to a room of closed doors?
what in that room am i really looking for?
the one feeling i once saw myself experience when i held your hand,
“Who Are You?”
i pray you find yourself, you’re beautiful
i pray you find yourself, you’re lost
i pray you find yourself, in the midst of the storm at sea
i pray you find for yourself, peace.