A Thing to Give

How am I to know it is true, when you say you have not a thing to offer; because you are weak empty and lost? How am I to know it is true when it is not? Don’t you know the smallest star has its light? How am I to know it is true when …

Conqueror

Fiery swords, have cut you through. Your whole being, has been ripped apart Mighty forces fight for your soul But as if with nine lives, you have survived again and again. Because you were meant to live To live and be free of stinging bees and malady; So you rise to be a towering tree …