Missed his fresh runs of his Saturday Take strength in what we could be
Share the gift of glowing what's the sense of knowing what that future holds Even if the future's cold
Take the time ? that way we'll know Believe again, again, again Treasure the sacred, stand still, grasp the breeze Hold on to the heavens, take pride in all you see Be sure of imagination, 'Cause make believe
Time will lead to life, giving more than might More from Jesse Boykins III