Member Rara Avis
Who Would Have Thought?
Through storm darkened mists, down passages of time,
Were borne empty arms, by cruel fateís design.
Wandering lost, my stone heart lay shrouded,
With a future portrayed as dark and clouded.
Strange indeed, the little twists life places,
On unwary hearts, frozen in stasis.
Limbo revoked, cast aside, is no more.
When friendship is found as never before.
See, inside this bond, held tight though not chained
Self-worth is renewed, love of life is regained.
No more winterís touch, no more icy soul.
For at last Iíve found, my true miracle.