Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Journey

A blink.

Heart tugging.

A tear drop.

Thought triggering.

Let what was sown not be left wasted.

Though dead, they will live again.

By the hand whose power is supreme.

From the heart whose love is infinite.

Of weaknesses, strength shall emerge.

Of poverty, riches shall overflow.

He who cause the eyes to see.

Shall provide for the vision.

Dream a lil dream come true.