Maxioms by Don Williams, Jr
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.
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.
Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.
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
