The whispers spread
through the breeze...

The raven flares a curse
in the darkness of space...

A mom raises her young
and with nurture share...

The north wind blows
and rustles the leaves...

My wedding day bruise
adorned our happy day...

Prayer is a beacon,
a guide towards the light...

A burden to the mind,
affliction in my stare...

Late one Wednesday night
I thought it was just me...

Beloved as a friend,
as a sister the same...

People once lived in darkness
unaware of the gospel word...

Inside of my mind
there is definite power...

If you choose to hide, keep a mind of the past,
live like a child, while your body grows fast...