April 21, 2016 § Leave a comment
Discerning like a humming bird’s tongue, your emotions shall not be shunt.
Matters of the weathered heart and tattered soul,
it can’t be compared to the worldly gold.
When all chains break loose you follow through,
When hate prevails it’s love you choose.
Come what may seem, an uncertain fate.
But worry not, and just have faith.