June 27, 2006
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Sometimes I feel caught somewhere between commitment and loneliness,
Between love and bitterness, between hope and resistance.
Sometimes my heart bleeds and other times it dreams,
Of moving past this fear, and past all of this despair.
It’s so hard to let go of the past that you held so close sometimes.
But there’s no reason to hold on to what should be left behind.
Whether I’m surrounded by the dark or by the light,
This is in Your hands. There is no reason to fight.
