Insights that Excites

Wings of Fire In the corner room with the wooden floor Lay the soft song of life.. By the comforting warmth of Everyday life, Untouched by the whirlwind Within. Till you came by and The song remained soft no more.. It is a calling, The brilliance of a thousand suns Dazzling on the wooden floor. Waiting to take off In passion On the wings of fire.

Crossroads …. Sitting in the den, On a damp dark December.. The chill is real. The fingers of loneliness .. Oh so strong So many stories Those.. that can turn the frog into the prince Those that can leave the happy prince crying So many words.. so many voices.. In the heart of loneliness they boom loud and strong. They speak of love.. They speak of God… Always they speak of you.