Our Love is the Light
byI can’t remember, she wept… My mind doesn’t work the way it used to I’ve tried to see the lines and colors Shapes…
I can’t remember, she wept… My mind doesn’t work the way it used to I’ve tried to see the lines and colors Shapes…
Morning stroll, thoughts are whole, in complete control Nice and tidy, Monday through Friday, then speak to the almighty Complete routine, it’s all foreseen,…
What of the permanency of sound Outward and upward and beyond Traveling but never dissipating Such are the wonders of eternity To…
Verily I must stand atop a hillock and profess that which I know to be true For my voice must be heard from…