Mr. Fear
At The Deepest Part of My Heart
In the green years ambition’s angle tosecurity’s notch did not seem so steepas to be impossible to climb.But I never told…
Trees sprinkle their petalscarpeting everything this thankful season: tempting me to walk barefoot.
I’m beginning to see the light — You bore my presence thro’ kindness; It seemed love to my cock-eyed sight — The dreams I saw were pure…
My love, my destiny calls me on, onward, forward speedingI make my wayto my love, my destiny, sitting on a rounded rock in the middle of…
Whose footprint, pray, adorns this peak adored from daylost still to pique mankind — to findwho down to crown stepped, whom all seek: name…