'loved'
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Waiting for you is something I do
Not knowing when our hearts will meet
Talking to God and praying for you
To be humble and meek
I’m sure you seek Him daily
Through song and His word
I was kept silent,
With my inner voice screaming her opinions,
but the outside reaction without any interest.
I was kept behind a mask,
afraid to be free, of myself I had no dominion,
