Beginning to Breathe
Sitting on a park bench Listening to the leaves rustling in the fall breeze Alone with a thousand thoughts and memories Not a place I haven't been to before But […]
Hope is the Thing with Feathers
Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be […]