When we have fear in our hearts, apathy is the compass.
The distance traveled is our pain.
When we have faith in our hearts, love is the compass.
The distance traveled is our joy.
Mind follows heart,
painting pictures of the scenery.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
When we have fear in our hearts, apathy is the compass.
The distance traveled is our pain.
When we have faith in our hearts, love is the compass.
The distance traveled is our joy.
Mind follows heart,
painting pictures of the scenery.
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