The road beneath is dark and dead, Visions and memories invade our sick heads. Where hope once lived and flowers grew; Where butterflies flittered and birds flew. Now, little other care have we; Now, the road and blackness are all we see. Away, to nowhere, a place to hide, No color, no feeling, just yellow […]
Tag: Prayer
by Mark Twain It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the […]