the virgin snow
without a mark or track
my canvas stands
pure and clean
still with tension
of my brush
a witness to
and long silence
Edited by traveler (03/13/14 05:57 PM)
As my life goes on I believe somehow something's changed
Something deep inside...
I've been searchin so long to find an answer
Now I know my life has meaning
Now I see myself as I am, feeling very free...
When my tears have come to an end I will understand
What I left behind: a part of me. Chicago