When the love in you finds Better path through you The morale of white humanity fades Violet humanity invades Your privacy The devil finds stool in you Sits and let’s stool in you Bitter smell finds ‘radar’ in you And in grief, the stomach in you Starts grumbling with the kids in you Your privacy Lightning is formed And thunder impulse to your Brain Then the gobshite in you reigns And what you’ll see is walking trash And you’ll utter trash The love of you...
In this collection, our thoughts and feelings we impart, with every word, we lay our souls bare, with hope that you’ll find comfort, inspiration, or art. As you turn each page, our thoughts you’ll share. So let us journey together, hearts to heart.