The whispers spread
through the breeze...

The raven flares a curse
in the darkness of space...

A mom raises her young
and with nurture share...

Prayer is a beacon,
a guide towards the light...

The north wind blows
and rustles the leaves...

My wedding day bruise
adorned our happy day...

Roaches run all over the street
and I see them coming towards my feet...

The day was dim,
and the clouds were gray...

People once lived in darkness
unaware of the gospel word...

Inside of my mind
there is definite power...

If Sally suddenly sat smiling stupid
then Sandra secretly slapped Sally silly...

I glance through the window
as if it's in darkness a mirror...