"Wind to thy wings. Light to thy path. Dreams to thy heart.

She dreamt of being saved, but even she knew no northern light, no guided path could lead her home. She was a wanderer and her gypsy heart could never be tamed.

You are my light in my darkest night.

Even in my darkest night, i still always shine d light...

A good exercise for the heart is to bend down and help another up.

Most were Born and bred on the street buh not all of us went down the same road, some went down the path of illumination and others the way of destruction..