The Colors of Life
The colors of life they bleed on your soul leaving their mark on the young and the
old. They mold us and shape us and make us aware that there is something bigger out
there.
The colors of life, most of them bright, but for some such a tiny, dim light, for
they do not know how the colors they bleed. They're eyes are not open, they cannot
see that the colors of life that bleed on our souls helps make us stronger so that
we may find peace.
Copyright © Maggie Porter | Year Posted 2005
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