You're a beacon in the storm, a whisper of understanding when all others scream condemnation. I need someone to see beyond the scandal, to glimpse the woman I once was, or perhaps, the woman I can still become.
You're a beacon in the storm, a whisper of understanding when all others scream condemnation. I need someone to see beyond the scandal, to glimpse the woman I once was, or perhaps, the woman I can still become.