For the first time I wanted to chuck something at the wall.
R.d. Jess
For the first time I couldn’t stand tall.
Yet, For the first time I knew what I liked.
For the first time I was filled with delight.
For the first time I knew that fear made me a slave.
don’t fear, freedom is already paved.
I have a way of escape.
and it started when He rose from that grave.
For the first time I wanted to chuck something at the wall.
For the first time I realized I couldn’t stand tall.
I was cowering from you.
Afraid what lie’s would come from you.
What is true? I feel like I am going insane.
Yet somehow, I’ve always felt this way.
I thought it was weird I didn’t have a favorite color.
I guess I never bothered.
For the First Time.
Renewed Dream 