My bags are packed. My chips are stacked. I'm leaving behind everything I lack. I'll be getting on an airplane without looking back. There will be plenty to miss and so I'll reminisce. I haven't even left and I'm already homesick. But I bet six weeks will go by quick.
Wish me luck in Chile!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Go To Church
Don't talk about what I ain't got until you walk in my flip flops. Don't tell me what I should have until you try to live with half. The meek shall inherit the earth. When I was born I was clutching on to a handful of dirt. I may be last but the last come first. You would probably know all this if you went to church.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
