Original Thinking Migrates Each Day In Search

You May Write Me Down In History With Your Bitter, Twisted Lies. You May Trod Me In The Very Dirt, But Still Like Dust, I'll Rise.

The Need For Change Bulldozed A Road Down The Center Of My Mind.

I'm A Spring Leaf Trembling In Anticipation.

I Had To Trust Life And Believe That Life Loved The Person Who Dared To Live It.

The Happy Heart Runs With The River, Floats On The Air, Lifts To The Music, Soars With The Eagle, Hopes With The Prayer.