Poems from BecKa
Here I stand in the hills of green
Surrounded by the mountains and all the streams
I hope to God that others may see the beauty
Of the...
And there, surrounded by majestic mountains, rolling hills, the mist was not ever as eerie, and the sun came shining through, breaking...
I'm waking up I feel it in my bones
I am not something to be stepped on
I am not someone you can take rights away from
Do you hear what I...
So many questions so many paths
So many different roots to the grass
So many pains so many smiles
So many walks going on for miles
So many...
Every time I think about getting into a car
I always think I am going very far
And yet sometimes the ride is short
It seems like yesterday...