Tireless Hope
A field of grass for your feet to roam,
A foreign place to call your home.
Mind of dreams and heart of stone,
Every reality an endless moan.
An aching soul in search of “own”.
-A. Holmes
A field of grass for your feet to roam,
A foreign place to call your home.
Mind of dreams and heart of stone,
Every reality an endless moan.
An aching soul in search of “own”.
-A. Holmes