Maxioms by Don Williams, Jr
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
Laugh often,Dream big,Reach for the stars!
Laugh often,Dream big,Reach for the stars!
Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
What I lack in decorum, I make up for with an absence of tact.
What I lack in decorum, I make up for with an absence of tact.
