I sway by the power of spoken words I stand when hearts are hurt by swords
Monday, August 9, 2010
I walked by the furniture store I and smelled all the fresh furniture; the new couches and new chairs. And there was a sprig of hope that maybe someday I would have my own house and I could choose brand new furniture for it. I’d be able to pick out my own designs and put them in my own house. Invite people in for tea. Maybe next time I won’t be afraid to walk inside.