Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Post One-Hundred and Seventy.

"We all carry these things,
Inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors.
They drown us out at sea.
I look up to the sky.
There may be nothing there to see.
But if I don't believe in him,
Why would he believe in me?"

I don't know why, but I really wanted to be sure I could remember these lyrics for a later time.