Hills and Valleys
The wilderness and darkness watching over
Got lost in the pain
Tried to cover up the shame
Suffering in silence
Opening old wounds
Became a lifelong project
Missed warning signs
Right in front of your eyes
You see the tears
Wished you would have comforted my fears
I’ve been to war and back again
The wilderness and darkness watching over
I long for words to be spoken
I dreamed of a place to pursue my propose
Still holding on to old scars
Like yesterday’s sunset
Realizing only God can set me apart
Gets blurry
While images go back and forth
Had it all along
Lost myself in a whirlwind of secrets
Even though I try
These walls keep getting higher
It became a game of hiding and seek
Praise Him in the storm that’s how I learned to
Rely on His strength
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