Something Sleeping Inside Us
There’s something sleeping inside usDown in the soil of our chestsIts pulse hides behind our pulseIts breath behind our breath. When the world is grim, it awakensAnd grows to fill…
There’s something sleeping inside usDown in the soil of our chestsIts pulse hides behind our pulseIts breath behind our breath. When the world is grim, it awakensAnd grows to fill…
The paradox of our time in history is that: We have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider highways but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less. We buy more,…