Washing My Soul
The warm water washes over my body
I close my eyes and breath in
I stand there for what seems like a taste of forever
Trying to wash away my sins
I am a great pretender
Everyday I wear a smile upon my face
But in this solitude I am free
There is no need to hide the pain
Does it make me weak to cry behind the veil of a shower curtain?
I may always look strong on the outside but inside sometimes I'm hurtin
Naked and free I cry sometimes
while standing in the shower
I'm not ashamed to admit
I do
My tears, they give me power
They give me strength to face another day
Thats why I'm not ashamed
I cry alone in my shower
Cuz few could handle my pain
Alone and free I cleanse my soul of all the drama of this earth
I do my best thinking in the shower
It is there I find self-worth
When I shower I wash my soul
Not just my outer shell
I don't want dirt to build up on it
Because the dirt would keep me down if I fell
The warm water washes over my body
I close my eyes and breath in
I stand there for what seems like a taste of forever
Trying to wash away my sins
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