The Storm
She's waiting by the door
Sixteen passed
she very blue
no one understands
what she is going through
She's trying to not let it beat her up,
She looks up to God, and prays everyday
God, Is this pain going to every go away
She could not go on like this
She had her love teared apart
She was broken hearted
This is only temporary
Her Faith and Prays were answered
This storm shall pass
This storm shall pass
God almighty has set me free at last
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