Close tearful eyes,
refuse to see,
how all demise,
thoughts guarantee.
We all perceive,
what minds conceive,
they come to be,
when hearts believe.
All laughs and sighs,
at all degrees,
come from inside,
what we foresee.
Turn inner keys,
pain becomes glee,
years jubilee,
joys never flee.
Visions arise,
great hopes fly free,
faith flows up high,
knowing will please.
Let fears release,
and faith increase,
flow with the breeze,
feel inner peace.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy