• Sometimes I wonder, what I seek...
    At times I just get confused...
    I find myself lost and crying.
    Afraid of death, and dying,
    Alone and afraid at the same time,
    Seeking for an answer, without a rhyme.
    But I found this love, I never found before.
    He opened the door...
    To my heart...and found a way inside.
    I use to shut myself outside...
    In the dark and cold.
    I use this attitude of mine, all brave and bold.
    But he found a way to make me sweet.
    The solitude, he broke into...and found me laying there.
    He shattered the cold away from my heart,
    And told me, I was God's most beautiful art.