For that is the question, isn’t it? I don’t know who you are anymore. Once, you were the guy, my carefree man with those sea-glass colored eyes and that laugh. Oh, the way you could make me laugh. We used to sit outside on a blanket in the p...
If I followed dawn, I’d rise in my slow climb high above the sycamores, high above the clouds, the hills and valleys, the mountains, lakes and gleaming rivers rushing to the sea. I’d follow the blue day high above the groans of the dying, the screams of l...
I have cried now and then Felt the pain flow in my veins Lived my sorrows In the ‘living daylights’ And been scared From the shadows at night And today when I stand alone I feel so…………….free I am me and me I am And I found me when I was lost And lost I wa...
