
My young daughter riding her Arabian horse.

My young daughter riding her Arabian horse.
They buried me deep to prohibit the evil from returning. Long held superstitious beliefs still ruled the minds…
Like the winds that blow unceasingly. Down the corridors of our fragile minds. Never to return. It is…
How many times must I fall You raise me up how many times Lost inside the mystery Overcome…
“To live is Christ, to die is gain”, what? How is that? It seems to me that death…
If I open my chest, Reaching in with trembling hands, And if I gave you my heart. Would…
I hold a vision, from here to there Where I can see, things of memory The path lays…