The Warmth

It’s a cold, cold world Even when the temperature is high So, wrap yourself in the warmth That only peace provides Let it radiate and spread Outward from inside In hopes that one day soon It’ll push the cold aside It’ll melt hearts It’ll open eyes

Windows

It’s easy to tell When windows aren’t clean Dirt, specks, and smudges Are easily seen But we often overlook The windows to our souls Are they bright and clear Or riddled with holes Have they become opaque No light in or out Has the concept of trust Turned to doubt Or have you protected Your… Read More Windows