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 […]
When the Bough Breaks
“Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all.” This […]