time to stay a change ...

i pick the withered flowers of my soul..

i feel the urge to hum this hymn..

where did my life go

why cant i put up a fight

why is it that its a diferent sphere ,

i lack the words

i lack the courage ..

where did i go wrong

THE STAR

ter goes a spec of a star
the beholders eyes
search for it beyond far...
said right is the phrase ...
beauty lies in the beholders eyes ...
may it be a spec or a star.....