Words of the Heart
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This is a collection of songs I have written over the years. Some of them are motivational and uplifting while others are a reflection of anger or frantic misery. I write mostly songs about faith because through it all, God has always been there to guide me through each moment. My passion is to share those moments with others because music is not meant to stay in only one set of ears. We can all share universal feelings and truths. That is what every type of art is for. Enjoy reading!!
God bless,
Cheyenne Johnson
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