Expression is heard from
within
Words spoken tells
where they have been
Buried inside a hidden
grin
Isn’t a sin; isn’t a sin!
Come daylight I show a
bright smile
Won’t hide anymore all
the while
With words to express
shows my style
Been a dark isle; been
a dark isle!
Imagination mine to share
Read to others without
a care
Memories come back shed
a tear
Vision past errs; vision
past errs!
Spirit alive soul is
now born
Guilt and hiding is now
not worn
Past is buried I shall
not mourn
Old pages torn; old
pages torn!
- Rhoda Galgiani