You

I could tell you a sad, sad story, about a girl just like you and me
Or I could sing you a happy song of how I was rescued

I could tell you about the pain and hurt
Or I could tell you about the smile after

I could tell you how I was rescued
Or I could tell you how much it hurt

I could tell you it's easy
Or I could tell you it's hard

I could tell you, you like power, and control
I could tell you, I do too

But, I don't have control, and guess who does?
God does.

He created me
He made me
He wants to use me, if only I'd let him

I take my life, hold it on my hands,
I lay it down, down at your feet
I let go of the pain, the hurt, the things I've held so tight
I lay it all at your feet.


That was stupid. Okay yeah, don't ask.