Maybe she isn’t perfect, but maybe she’s trying. Maybe she’s just taking things one day at a time. Maybe she laughs and maybe she cries. Maybe you would be surprised by everything she keeps inside… Maybe she is more than the skin she is in. Maybe we should start learning how to love what’s within. Maybe God only knows all the places she has been. But maybe she comes back to Him again and again. Maybe she’s not afraid to die, just afraid not to live.