They thought they took my poetrythe faithful friend of my heart,there, where my pain achesand in every verse is a teardrop.
Greed, envy, wickedness triedto wipe it out before my eyesI gathered it with my soulso they could not kill it at all
This golden time intoxicates me, warms me On guitar strings my heart trembles A passport of waterfalls at the wellspring of feelings I wander, I slumber wherever I please, Every corner, every part, every…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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