I lower my gaze walking head down in a fearful daze I do not want to speak debate or be critiqued So I walk away and stray far from were you stay from a bond that was strong with a long-stand and a talk we should of had
You sooth your bitter disappointment with reassuring phrases "God has better plans for you", "Maybe he's protecting you". Yet deep down you question how durable your armoured words can be. The words that you use as a shield, who are they protecting you from? The hidden danger? or The truth? What if the truth is … Continue reading “He has better plans for you”
Who is my father? The heart of a lion As bright as the sun Since the day of his birth Since the day he begun *** Who is my father? A knight in shining amour Not metal or silver But a designer suit the finest they deliver *** Who is my father? A scientist or … Continue reading Who is my Father?