Even in the midst of lifes many storms We have the capacity to stand in the center of our own peace.
Silence is the language of the oppressed, until it becomes a scream.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time.
Believe you can and youre halfway there.
Don't edit your own soul according to the fashion.
Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.
Even in the midst of lifes many storms We have the capacity to stand in the center of our own peace.
Silence is the language of the oppressed, until it becomes a scream.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time.
Believe you can and youre halfway there.
Don't edit your own soul according to the fashion.
Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.