We're often accused of eveything but being a poet
We do not know humility and most of us know it...
Liberty is the pillar
of a nation...
I fall to the sketched echoes of my faith,
shouting beyond wet skies & open cloud...
He is the lily
enfolding me in lips...
At the table the body was laid
Bread was broken and unto each it was partaken...
My life has heights and depths,
And iam a tree by the river bank...
A lot of us think that's too late to come back to...
but you should know that he is always there...
I'm gong to move away
from all I've taught myself...
I never wanted to face the blood before,
a pouring out of an innocent man's human heart...
If I could just see you
everything will be alright...
Nor are we slaves of popularity,
prisoners of style and peer pressure...
I remain unworthy to be called Your own,
yet You love as Your selfless mother...