Where did your Passion Go?
One Day you were here and then on another day, you were there.
You might ask where is there? If I knew, I could tell you.
You have been lost in a place where you can not find your passion.
Your passion for reading, writing, and for just being you.
You ask who am I. That bubbly brown shuga, spunky, out going, and people person
cocoa brown woman.
She wants her passion back! LORD; help her dive into depths where she has never been.
She knows she can’t do it without you.
She is hanging on to the faith that one day she will have the answer to Where did her passion Go.
It (passion) is in there waiting on you to flourish like roses of bleeding redness, thorn free.
Imagine that for the first time in her life the search for something in life will be thorn free.
Your Passion where has it gone?
You might ask where is there? If I knew, I could tell you.
You have been lost in a place where you can not find your passion.
Your passion for reading, writing, and for just being you.
You ask who am I. That bubbly brown shuga, spunky, out going, and people person
cocoa brown woman.
She wants her passion back! LORD; help her dive into depths where she has never been.
She knows she can’t do it without you.
She is hanging on to the faith that one day she will have the answer to Where did her passion Go.
It (passion) is in there waiting on you to flourish like roses of bleeding redness, thorn free.
Imagine that for the first time in her life the search for something in life will be thorn free.
Your Passion where has it gone?
