05-02-2013, 10:34 PM
Just a working title.
The dark illuminated
When I looked out my bedroom window
She visited me late that night
While I counted sheep
We shared a good book
And a cup of sweet tea
She told me old stories
Of all she could see
About righteous hearts
Carrying light
And how they guided her
To shine just as bright
Honest opinions please. Thank you.
The dark illuminated
When I looked out my bedroom window
She visited me late that night
While I counted sheep
We shared a good book
And a cup of sweet tea
She told me old stories
Of all she could see
About righteous hearts
Carrying light
And how they guided her
To shine just as bright
Honest opinions please. Thank you.