Destined on a dayfall,
A hope that flickers in the night...
What keeps you from your Saviour,
Is it worldly fame or favor...
Life is a race and everyday is a lap
And we are the drivers of our fate...
I'm a lucky Dandelion
Thriving in the yard...
Her presence cannot be denied,
She stands tall and strong with pride...
It was just a joke,
He likes to poke...
crusting the outer edges of my life
scabbing ,healing the wounds into scars...
there are other ‘Me's’ lurking in the shadows...
who are hiding from the sunshine...
It has few lines
It has feelings in it...
Fields of olives grow under abundant sun
granting oil as golden as the light they drank...
the pain that you inflicted
was so strong...
I walk the shadows ...
so that you may walk in the light...