Through Spiritual Eyes…‘Spring’

About the Book

My writings can touch a heart, my words can tear it apart. My heart has been left alone, I’ve looked for a simple home. In the world I would defend, now a humbled soul I lend. The anger I once carried, now has been buried. The hate I use to share, with whom should I compare? My battle was to be better than, more impressive than any other man. Now as I live as a child, life seems a lil more mild. Writings of the real, none did I steal May His peace be with each one of you and yours…

About the Author

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