I am the tree,rooted firmly in the ground.I am the bird,flying free through the sky,while singing a melodious song.I am the artistand I am the canvas...
When my body sings with painand suffering travels through all of my bones,sometimes I can not seethe magic in my body.I forget that my bodyhas been fo..
Well they say almost is a sad word.But I've spent too many days and nights up,wonderingwhat I ever didto make you hate meand lost myself in the proces..