I hear the stories
I see the news
Not much has changed
It gives everyone the blues
Why bother talking
When no one listens
The only ones rising are those that glisten
Sparkle like diamonds
Shine in the light
But when you look inside
Death is the sight
Forgetting how to be human
Only thinking for the material
Loosing all sense of what is a miracle
Maybe they have never witnessed
Gods hand in their life
Maybe they have never noticed the true strife
I look up in amazement
Knowing it will all be ok
And that God is not far away
Grateful for open eyes
And beyond the illusion
Praying that each day more will come out of the delusion
Relaxing and letting go
After all, it is just like the Truman Show
All About Blogs and Books for Chris 