Originally Posted by Stanley
he's not going
no he can't go
i'm not ready to leave home
why does love make us cry ?
Oh Troubled Heart, cease to ache -
for what you give another takes;
And there is purpose in your pain -
for what you lose, the spirit gains.
Take solice then, and be you strong -
for there is nothing the heart does wrong;
It is the mind that blocks the way.
Rise up and conquer it each day!
Oh Troubled Heart, ache no more -
Acceptance makes the spirit soar.
Accept then all that you must face
and make the world a better place.
Though hopeless it may sometimes seem;
hold fast to God and dare to dream.
Chi (from days gone by)
For you, Stan.