I have no distiny when I set here with pen in hand.No rhyme nor reason.I just close my eyes and I see a vision,within my heart,This tiny little voice,reaches inside my soul,and relates all that I had came to know.There is no ryhme nor reason,to the words I write,I just take what I feel,and let the emotions flows, and take hold,I have no reason,and could'nt even care if it was in rythem,I just write,what I see in the heart.A child,holding on to his best friend,a tathered brown bear.A daughter,brushing her hair searching for her true self.A son,reaching out for the father's attention.A mother,crying in the silence of a nite,despaired,broken from her daily life.A father wishing wanting more,and dare not let go of the life he has came to know.There is no rhyme nor reason for my tales.They are just something I felt,no time,all the time.any moment,no moment.Just a thought,no rythme nor reason intended.
