Looking for answers ever out of reach. Can we learn from these mistakes or are we ever going to be destained to wander. Hope was seemingly lost ever out of sight the worries and woes seem too mu h to bear at times. For every calamity that had pounced with out warning solutions found bound to be some kind of wonderful path distilled with the wisdom of the ages. Meanwhile the ravages of this takes its toll longing to be whole once again. My weary dirt stained grace lost with out faith. Chase the dream believe the promises made long ago will come to pass one-day.
