I used to worry a lot,
But there's a tiny voice that says enough.
She's living in the deepest corner of my heart,
“Leave it all to God,” is her advice.
Back then, my soul is like a vagrant,
Now, it's here and I can no longer hear her cries.
We should not be afraid to fail,
And face heartache and criticism.
There's someone who will come to heal,
Especially when in our hearts there's optimism.
We have to trust him and have faith,
And made prayer a hard habit to break
You will feel secure and contented,
We don't need to be like a chameleon in order to blend.
Someday we are going to have wings,
And there will be times when we are broken.
But we should try harder and never give up,
With God in our side we can be on the top.
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