T’was the night Before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone, I had come down the chimney with presents to give And to see just who in this home did live, I looked all about, a strange site did I see, No tinsel, no presents, not even … Read more
Hold on to what is good Even if it is a handful of earth Hold on to what you believe in Even if it is a tree which stands by itself Hold on to what you must do Even if it is a long way from here Hold on to life Even if it is … Read more
I’ll hold my candle high, and then Perhaps I’ll see the hearts of men Above the sordidness of life, Beyond misunderstandings, strife. Though many deeds that others do Seem foolish, rash and sinful too, Just who am I to criticize What I perceive with my dull eyes? I’ll hold my candle high, and then Perhaps … Read more