With every breath
I hear the storm of life.
With every blink
I see the faith.
I see the sun and know he's there.
I see the dark, and know he's not.
Faith is not seen nor heard,
More taught to disregard loved ones.
For we are all the same,
no more no less.
There is nothing different bar acts of ways.
For this I say,
Happiness is the silver lining of love and caring....
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
With every breath
I hear the storm of life.
With every blink
I see the faith.
I see the sun and know he's there.
I see the dark, and know he's not.
Faith is not seen nor heard,
More taught to disregard loved ones.
For we are all the same,
no more no less.
There is nothing different bar acts of ways.
For this I say,
Happiness is the silver lining of love and caring....
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