Thursday, March 28, 2013
Expression is heard from within
Words spoken tells where they have been
Buried inside a hidden grin
Isn’t a sin; isn’t a sin!
Come daylight I show a bright smile
Won’t hide anymore all the while
With words to express shows my style
Been a dark isle; been a dark isle!
Imagination mine to share
Read to others without a care
Memories come back shed a tear
Vision past errs; vision past errs!
Spirit alive soul is now born
Guilt and hiding is now not worn
Past is buried I shall not mourn
Old pages torn; old pages torn!
- Rhoda Galgiani