Returning

Wise old trees on a country lane Grey road, leading me back to when Young and long ago I let the trees explain That life was spring Shadow following on the ground Do you know when did I turn around...

Aging anger brings me my knees. My heart still hurts and I need forgiveness. And is this all Your plan? Answer me. My heart still hurts. And I give you control. This sleeper, has lost his way. And I...