Dusty worn out shoes, tired limbs dangling from a frail figure mile after mile where did it all begin? Familiar sights repeated again and again little ponies bobbing up and down
I took a little trip to my old hometown I was kind of disappointed in what I found An ocean of cars filled the streets people everywhere not one to greet
A gentle mist falling in the garden no rain nor storms prevail no threating bolts of lightning no judgements here Gentle breezes flowing constantly to caress and comfort the soul