DEFINITION
Sometimes the words come like a swiftly flowing river…sometimes they trickle as a stream. And
when I am walking in the silent forest of my youth...I can't help but go back! What would I change if I could? But I can't change anything! Faces and memories, voices and lost things, they
are companions of mine. And though they
would stalk me...at times try to haunt me...they have failed to define me! I am more than my past...more than my
failures...more than the pain. I
stand! I shine! I live, not in the remorse of long gone
opportunities, but in the hope, yea the surety, of a new day! For great is thy faithfulness O Lord!
Ronnie
Coleman