Nothing has the power to hurt me
Nothing has the power to offend me
Nothing has the power to control me
unless I let it
Nothing has the power to hurt me
Nothing has the power to offend me
Nothing has the power to control me
unless I let it
Lights, cameras, cell phones held high
men walking in a trance
hoping to capture what they think is love
only to leave empty
Love of this world
disguised as lust
driven by greed
a counterfeit beauty
And then they see Light Continue reading