what hope has beauty against the rivers of time? what hope has false love to the forces of the world? Yet true love will be left, and march on to the light never to grow old.
How beautiful are the birds that saw through the sky. How more beautiful are those with good souls, shining with light that comes beyond them selves, to heal the world around them.
Monday, 15 August 2011
flying high above the world, away form trouble. when will you stop running?
Mountains fall and valleys rise, the war collapses down, When will you come home?
when the world shone with light, our lord taught us to shine, now that the world has grown in darkness, so should we grow to shine.