The walls of your soul that you
Toil away building;
The windows are dark and the
Bricks are unyielding...
( Hate, with a hammer, cracks the wall;
But Love, with a whisper, makes it fall. )
How many times have I told you, Believe?
And then will you learn how to truly Receive.
For giving is getting -- these two are the same;
And living is learning to dance in the rain.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
The walls of your soul that you
Toil away building;
The windows are dark and the
Bricks are unyielding...
( Hate, with a hammer, cracks the wall;
But Love, with a whisper, makes it fall. )
How many times have I told you, Believe?
And then will you learn how to truly Receive.
For giving is getting -- these two are the same;
And living is learning to dance in the rain.
