Foolish heart, looks like. we're here again.. Same old game of plastic smile,. Don't let anybody in.. Hiding my heartache,. Will this glass house break?.
She was only seventeen. Wild at heart and following her dreams. But even she was pretty, got a ticket to the city. Where she'd find her place on the cover of a magazine.
I have been a wayward child. I have acted out. I have questioned Sovereignty. And had my share of doubts. . And though sometimes my prayers feel like.
Holy One,. Father of the Earth,. Create in me a pure heart,. So I can come in Spirit and in Truth. To worship You,. That's what I long to do.. . I love to Praise,.
Foolish heart looks like we're here again. Same old game of plastic smile, don't let anybody in. Hiding my heartache, will this glass house break?. How much will they take before I'm empty?.