We think that we walk this world alone
But we are not
Our Mother feed us, gives us water to drink
Yet we cry at night, fearing darkness
We wake to a new life in morning
To have Gods gift, of warmth and light
We must not be afraid of death
With death, comes life
We need not be afraid
For we are never alone
Mother is with us…
Running Bull
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Reviewed by Kathleen Herrick
1/30/2002
Can I give this a 110? *L* Lovely, just too lovely. *S*
Reviewed by Kathleen Herrick
12/21/2001
Death is simply putting out a candle for morning has finaly come...Beautiful as always...
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