I Was Homeless And I

Nature Has A Funny Way Of Breaking What Does Not Bend.

I Think Being Raised Spending So Much Time Outdoors Was Really Important - While You're In It, You Might Not Know, But Now I Think Of The Things I Was Thankful For.

My Hands Are Small, But They're Not Yours, They Are My Own... I Am Never Broken.

I Never Found Much Comfort In Overly Organized Religion Of Any Sort.

I'm Becoming More And More Myself With Time. I Guess That's What Grace Is. The Refinement Of Your Soul Through Time.