Some shadows may appear at the end
You will no more remain as friend
As the day passes it will grow in size
It has to be understood and realized
Shadows are dark and big
They may bother and make frequent dig
They may grow bigger and bigger
You may not be able to bear it longer
It has eternal feeling
It has made me reeling
I wish to dance with tunes
Music too favors with melody and sweet tunes
PTSD feeds on devouring our peace of mind and drinks our tears. Once we agree to turn off poverty and fear new life appears.
Courage is given like the little chick charging after the attacking cat. Grace comes from prayer performed meditating on a peace-filled mat.
Our emotions like our computer need to be kept in tact. We need to run a Spybot when we sense our heart’s hard drive is under attack.
Hi Adam! time to look back in History
Much you did unravel of Mystery
Right to claim the world you shape
Its me you boast rule top to base
Where material values dreams thrive
Vanishing creatures beg for life
