Love yourself... when it’s hard...
See the beauty in parts...
Seeds sewn were weeds are growing
Make easy going a need for knowing...
With a gladsome heart, I set out to the world,
Through valleys and hills, my spirit unfurled...
Our standard flies above the crowd,
A call to arms, a rallying cry...
Generosity of spirit is a rare treasure indeed,
And those who possess it are truly blessed indeed...
When you might fail, you shouldn't complain
Or feel forced to try, to do it again...
Son of a Cannon
Not to be camped on...
I wandered through a forest deep,
Where secrets whispered in the trees...
In the depths of my soul,
there lies a secret garden...
I am a tree
with roots that run deep...
Hope is the light that guides us through the dark,
A flame that flickers but never fades...
Fading in the skin
Shades of death sink within...