And somehow the world is still standing — wobbling a bit, sure, but standing!
And somehow the world is still standing — wobbling a bit, sure, but standing!
silent echoes of ruin,
new roots pierce the dust,
soft rains whisper forgotten
songs of life once lost, now found.
silent echoes of ruin,
new roots pierce the dust,
soft rains whisper forgotten
songs of life once lost, now found.
Norway’s day off to honor workers — with speeches, politics, and parades. But most are really gearing up for May 17th! 😉
Norway’s day off to honor workers — with speeches, politics, and parades. But most are really gearing up for May 17th! 😉
where voices fade, yet scream aloud.
A shadowed path of steps mislaid,
adrift in fog, alone, afraid.
They speak in tongues of fire and gold,
of truths I used to think I’d known.
Yet here I stand, a hollow shell,
a stranger to myself as well.
where voices fade, yet scream aloud.
A shadowed path of steps mislaid,
adrift in fog, alone, afraid.
They speak in tongues of fire and gold,
of truths I used to think I’d known.
Yet here I stand, a hollow shell,
a stranger to myself as well.