Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Rain ~ poem and song
The rain will start to fall, On every day ~ on me. I know just who to call, And where I want to be. I'll call up Mr. Sun, And tell him I will scream. I've got to have some fun, If only in my dream. So keep on pouring rain. You can't make me sad. My dream will keep me sane. My flowers will be glad. ~ How about a rain song?