Tuesday, November 26, 2013
wondering if the choices led me the wrong way.
Tears that flowed like a wild mountain stream,
sometimes just one tear drop and others a flood
that moves out to sea.
Skies that were once barren and gray,
were cast in a blue that never fades away.
I find myself lost like a ship at sea , until
I look into the heavens to find you were
always here with me.