You are viewing a single comment's thread from:RE: feliz diaView the full contextView the direct parenttrincowski (68)in #alegria • 6 years ago And dreams were made and used and wasted...
There was no ransom to be paid.
No song unsung, no wine untasted.
But the tigers come at night, with their voices soft as thunder.
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
Jesus does that?