I search my soul for voice and reason,
A conscience worries at risk of treason.
As affiliation to here is not what I feel,
To the rolling pastures and lush green fields.
I search my soul for voice and reason,
A conscience worries at risk of treason.
As affiliation to here is not what I feel,
To the rolling pastures and lush green fields.
u sound lyk robert frost
I wonder?
Your comments are truly too kind!