Unicorn dreams,
On bended knees,
Make me a woman,
Of bended knees.
Praying, praying for saving grace
Everyday of my life.
When the darkness assails me,
And the evil one taunts me,
I'll get on my knees.
As the storms start gathering,
And my faith starts shaking,
Lord, I'll get on my knees.
So fairy wings,
On bended knees,
Lord, make me a woman,
On bended knees.
YOU ARE READING
Tell Me Something
Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
