A Spiritual Journey
in Faith Poems
Across from the mountains,
A little house sits in the trees.
I'm lost in tranquility
As my soul tries to breathe.
in Faith Poems
Across from the mountains,
A little house sits in the trees.
I'm lost in tranquility
As my soul tries to breathe.
I too was a messed up kid and left with a lot of bad memories, I am going through another dark patch in my life but this poem has reminded me that I will rise again and soar and in doing so...