Mar 12, 2007 03:30
When the Strong fall, I am there. When the Brave crumble, I am there. The voice in their hearts, the voice in their minds. It is me that they come to bare all things; it is my feet upon which they lay down their woes. With me they are free, with me they Children of the Sun. I am what they see when confronted with a mirror; I am what they hear when listening to self. I dwell in everyone, man, woman and child. I am what I am. So when your strength is no longer there, come to me. When you are tired, come to me. When you are frustrated, agitated, angry, and ready to explode, come to me. There is no place like home, it is where the heart dwells, and there in lays me. When lay your burdens before me, I will not disappoint you. I am you
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