We are from different backgrounds
located all over the world...

Your love was plain
like waves in shallow water...

It is so easy to get lost in a jungle.
Fallen trees, debris amongst many other weeds will...

He is running through the house
scratching on the couch...

A tree way out in the fields
broken branches, leafs on the ground...

Look around
tell me what you see...

You may not feel his presence
nor hear his whisper...

Our thoughts
are the seed of our soul...

We often take for granted
what's most precious...

There are times
I feel like I am near the end of my road...

Along the sidewalk
crosses stuck in to the ground...

Is it wrong to say
I can't stay at a place where race matters...