I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows,
I believe that someone in the great somewhere, hears every word,
every time I hear a new born baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky ......
then I know WHY I BELIEVE..
Dere''s A Luxury In
Self-Reproach,
Whn V Blame
Ourselves,
V Feel Dath No One Else
Has A Rite 2 Blame Us.
Its d Confession, Not
The Priest, Dat Gives
Us Absoluti
Guard Well Ur Spare
Moments, They r Lyk
Uncut Diamonds.
Discard Them & Their
Value Will Nevr b Known
Improve Them & They
Will Become d Brightest
Gems In A Useful Life
