The Secret

They don’t know who I am, not like they used to think Before it all came apart Maybe I’ve changed Maybe I’ve sunk a little lower When we talk, nothing seems to make sense The voices are strained…
They don’t know who I am, not like they used to think Before it all came apart Maybe I’ve changed Maybe I’ve sunk a little lower When we talk, nothing seems to make sense The voices are strained…
How much distance and difference is there Between a mountain and a molehill? And how far are you determined to climb To insure your problems amount to blessings in the end? How tenacious is your will to peace? How deep…