(January 27, 2011...
Darkened silence, I cry out and my echo answers me...
I should not care, yet I'm burning inside...
I was born as a gift, a fruit of love
A tiny creature, blessed from above...
Picking up the pieces of how my life once was
Pondering all the reasons of why the storm erupt...
I see them broken, filthy, com to rest in squalor
As I continue to struggle by they disrespect and...
Sin wants to take me down
Everytime I turn around...
Good Christian
By Mark Spencer...
Even if I'm at an empty zone,
I know I'm not alone...
If I flatten my lips,
in prayer...
You lift my heart upon blurry horizons,
keeping in touch with my reminiscence...
What You have done
is not taught at dawn's...
Father of Love...