If wishes were wings, we’d spread them wide.
They’d lift us up where fears can’t hide.
Where clouds are pillows to rest our hearts,
and tears fade faster then falling stars.
Peggy Ciavardone
Copyright 2014. Face the Mountain. All rights reserved
If wishes were wings, we’d spread them wide.
They’d lift us up where fears can’t hide.
Where clouds are pillows to rest our hearts,
and tears fade faster then falling stars.
Peggy Ciavardone
Copyright 2014. Face the Mountain. All rights reserved