Catching the tears that fall from a storm
When her basin is full and begins to overflow
From sadness a garden of flowers she makes grow
There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind. – Mr. Fred Rogers
Catching the tears that fall from a storm
When her basin is full and begins to overflow
From sadness a garden of flowers she makes grow
Every new path we explore leads to a new adventure
The great wind from wings that she grew, caught in my heart as our fingers withdrew.
It is like hot lava’s pouring through your veins and the clothes you’re wearing are the anti-Christ
I was born on the water, live my life on the water and will die on the water.
Some instincts were created as part of a defense mechanism and they are no longer needed but they are still there laying low beneath the surface of your smile.
Having faith in nothing also leaves you with nothing. Empty. No dreams. No hopes. No future. No connection to others or yourself.
A thief will steal your belongings but a liar steals your trust
This tall and handsome tree started my love affair with all trees of the forest. It is a place where I find tranquility and peace to recenter my soul when the world becomes filled with chaotic and hurtful noise.
Was loving and protective
Knew hate and caused harm