Come, please come.
I long for the ideal world A world perfect and pure A world where love abides and lasts A world without fear and pain Where everyone looks out for one another Where no foolishness can be found A world of no mistakes A world of…
Here I Sit
Here, I sit Idle, perhaps, wasting away Yet, the world keeps moving When a man is so caught up from beyond theworld around him He glories in his past and delights in his little successes He forgets how far the journey is So, he sits…
