"Where is God?" a seven year old boy had...
His mother can't answer for her heart is filled...
Think of life, as an opportunity
Which you must live, each day to the full...
Round about the cauldron go,
In the window mold i throw...
Beneath His scaly crimson wings,
He unleashes His prison of malice...
I never thought I would say this
But thank you for breaking my heart...
A Religious flag, up high on the pole
A tiny hand that reaches our soul...
Sit back and your seat and stare into this box,
and I will tell you stories as wild as a fox...
For all my memories…
And tales of misty waterfalls...
This little girl before you,
This little girl you see...
I dreamt again this night
I dreamt of something strange and worn...
You had me good.
i began to hate everyone else...
Forgiveness
Sadly...