Pen flowing in hand
music blowing in the wind.
Thoughts compacted
heart havey about to brust,
some much on my worry
brain suck the life out
my sorry paine.
I need a place where i can
rest my fears sit them aside
and soak in my pride.
"In the morning i shall rise
lay on my bed and speak
through my poetry"
I get the most beautiful veiw;
When i look outside my
window for a few.
The blossoms grew in
the birds embrace the nature,
That's the best!
When your life loves
the littlest things.
I never seem to forget
what each day brings,
Yesterday, the next day,
the day after,
prior and today in the
morning chapel its a blessing
to be waken.
When life is so much
mistaking.