MY LITTLE HOPE

This only grows in the times the flood run and run over my humble house Which was there before the dawn of ages? To serve as a home to all that may possible pass by Sojourn to places they would not remember Talk of recounting a story from here Where thousands would have slept and …

MY LITTLE HOPE

This only grows in the times the flood run and run over my humble house Which was there before the dawn of ages? To serve as a home to all that may possible pass by Sojourn to places they would not remember Talk of recounting a story from here Where thousands would have slept and …

OUR HOPE AND OUR GLORY

The cry and the console The works and words The days and moments Our future live forever For our hope and glory We look forward Stepping on our mistakes to thrive forward We shall someday tell our story For now know us them not We finally shall hope For moments which trails the snail Stopping …