Across the hills, in a place of open spaces
I see the hope; before my very eyes-
And off to it I go, crossing the distance.
The hurdles…they weigh me down.
But then the hope I see…beckoning to me
Opportunities abound here
Let not the obstacles obscure what is…
Opportunities for all which only perseverance can guarantee
I see it…across the distance!
Hills in a place of open spaces
Hope which my eyes can see
Come with me to this place
Behold the spectacle of hope
With only a little patience…
Hard work and opportunities meet to bring salvation
IF IT MAKES SENSE…
At some point when the past meets the future, will you remember me again? I’m wondering and I’m concerned
If I were a stranger, nameless and homeless, would I mean the world to you?
When my name I remembers not…
When the teeth my smiles
When the pain in my bones I know…
When the world to me is nothing…
Would you be there for me?
For it’s [always] not just about the now-
There’s more to love than the transient
And only the deep things boggle my mind!
I’m wondering and I’m concerned