Here I stood, like a solid rock did not move when the waves it off with cynicism, I remain among the lyric poem even though the word was out, I was a tree on the edge of a clift which as still strong despite the storm hit, No doubts ever come because in my thinking this is patience, will not be attacted because I complained to me, this is the struggle. The tears will never loose because this is a sincerity, On the mighty God keep me life and resigned to accept the assessment. Every blow of temptation is a test that will deepen the faith, In every issue makes me better understand the process of maturing, Thought rain storm...! I will remain as strong blocking weeds, Althought no longer stringed harp, I will keep singing merrily...! Because song is smile... Because smile is power. The power that encourages the soul of each life.....!!! Photo by Ayda Idaa Stanley, 2011/04/09
