Antonis

Walking on a tight rope.


Such is life.
Like the jagged edge of a knife! Such is life. holding on to hope, is like walking on a tight rope.

For those we love so dear.
Living a life of fear, for those that we you love so dear, as we shed a thousand tears.

We are dying inside.
The agony inside, as we look for a place to run and hide, wile we are dying inside.

The fear of loss.
Like blessed mother Mary kneeled before her son as he is nailed to a cross.

Thou shell not fear death.
Upon my last breath, thou shell not run and hide, because love is by my side.

Comments1

  • Saima

    Just keep hanging onto the reason why you're here:) it'll be ok



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