I asked the Lord, “why Am I always being smacked Around? Am I not Your son?” He said, “Son, Your power is greater Than all
When I am on my Own, my words dance from my mind To my tongue, fill the Air with joyous song. When I am with
Born into exile, I walk among the pillars Where our heroes fell. My head is bowed, yet Unbroken am I. I watch, Listen, learn secrets
University She inherits, leaky pipes But with potential Unruly pupils Question her authority. She is, Professor.
The story I write The tale I tell, poetic Mythic, magnetic, Universal, it Is your story as much as It is my story.
They would me forfeit My lovely SUV and Drive an old Civic They want to take what I’ve earned because they can’t see My value.