Sunday, January 22, 2012


We are not weak, they're one to speak.
We forget that we are strong.
When we smell fear, then shift our gears
And know that they are wrong.


Take heart young soul - weary though, Set pace to noble goal.
The tree of life gives forth its spice, As we search for our whole


Sitting on the sideline of hard times, hoping for a sign that all will be fine.
We keep trying, blind to what binds our minds what a crime