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R E N T A L.
Grace Ke

i've been places, and i've done things. some i'm proud of, some i wish could be undone. but all things work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His will (Romans 8:28) and i know He's takin' me places.

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e shtunë, 22 dhjetor 2007


i'm still in love with you


The haunting melody resounds in my head

From dreams of Forgotten, alone in my bed
Give me some reasons, please make me believe
Take me someplace where new dreams are conceived

Some things are experienced, no, not taught in books
Here i am left with life's lessons of Oops
Still waters run deep, i tread with precaution
I'm not left with much so stop this extortion

That lane i have taken, one time and too many
Three sets of footprints, the destruction aplenty
He says it's alright, yes whatever, okay
And here i'll be hoping, come what, come may

You tug at my heart strings, but they're out of tune
The tuner is missing, why, ain't this opportune?



and baby, i miss you. i miss my special place
you're still special to me, love, Grace

P.S. i get jealous. you know? oh nah, you don't.


Grace ♥ 11:55 p.d.