Inner faith
In churches and mosques...
I pray to the Lord Jesus Christ
Every morning and thank him...
coming to terms with getting old
coming to terms with being told...
a heart..
is occupied with a vacancy...
Song 05
Autumn breeze...
They are everywhere,
Each prophet claims to be the most accurate...
I thought the days of vice would never come,
My senses loathed sin and kept it at bay...
I’ve now washed my hands
of government promises...
Dear Queen
If nobody tells you today...
Song 04
September breeze...
long ago-
when pen started dancing...
The ease in storms
When Luck goes forlorn...