The contact point of continuance is simple: I have...
I have carved a void to whirl inside. It is a...
You say it is too late
For forgiveness...
Andrew
We are all...
who is praying now?
To my Father...
I’m a shadow on the highway
No map in hand...
Brother Mark
I am so happy...
Surviving the night,
the new blossom has no choice...
After the night,
and after the sight...
One night
To dream with you...
Our childhood fades, its dream undone,
and wonder hides from everyone...
That is finally summer now
That God brought for us...
The unknown is always
guarded by senseless meaning...