To all my readers:
I will no longer be writing this story or any other stories for the forseeable future. Here is my reason:
You are the One, theres no one else Who lifts me up and gives me water from the well But there's a hole that seems to drain it all away And once again I'm left in fear and doubt When all my strength is crying out.
The evil wind it blows a storm to rock my world Just when I think I'm safe and warm I'm lead astray far too easily It's always hard for me to say I'm wrong Until I know I can't go on.
So here I am again Willing to be opened up and broken Like a flower in the rain Tell me what have I to do To die and then be raised To reach beyond the pain Like a flower in the rain
- Written By: Chris Eaton
-Performed By: Jaci Velasquez
If you are curious as to what this means, E- mail me at: sheragem@ite.net