Thursday, March 3, 2016
and my heart, I cry just like a baby.
Nothing seems to stir me, not even a lonely flower
or a flake of snow that gently dances around.
Is it the cold or that my heart is getting old
and nothing seems to wake up inside.
I hope that something, someone, no matter where
can re-ignite me to the world around me.
Oh lord high above do not leave me now that
I'm reaching the end of my rope, I have still
so much to learn and accomplish on this earth,
but then you are my master and I poor lost soul
can only wish that you remember me in your
immense wisdom and receive some of your