When you forgive, you in no way change the past—but you sure do change the future.
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...All the lies of bluer skies descend..
No one’s better off without a friend..
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map