by Connie Jarka
Lost in the dreams of
what could be,
Buried in a hollow place of
all our own;
One day welcomes another,
There is no place like home.
as we hope for all others.
by Connie Jarka
Lost in the dreams of
what could be,
Buried in a hollow place of
all our own;
One day welcomes another,
There is no place like home.
as we hope for all others.