: About Me

The wispy waves of o'er, In time gone back to first Through trials, famine, loss, The steadfast ones stand firm Their piercing eyes of depth Their keen true hearts of gold Beat one with mine and yours With us through highs and lows As time winds fow'rds again, The life we live proceeds Unending trials faced Yet all with someone sees We need them yes, yet are them We want, yet give ourselves Their names we all know well And will forever more For such is our life time To give each other hope And through all tears and hurts They give us hands to hold They fight and fight for our sakes worth, ...