lighthouse

i leave the lamp on next to my bed i turn music on the lamp and music are my lighthouse  there is no body to see no body to call lighthouse, be my friend tonight

I am broken but trying to be holy

I am broken into many pieces. I am not the same person I was as a child, as a student, or as a friend.  I relate and expect differently today than yesterday.  Inside, I am trying to be holy in my own way.