By: Jim Piatt Reports of new battles flow inward, Like shards of splintered glass they Awaken heartbreaking feelings, My heart cries out in dismay Amidst the furor of finite time, Tears stream down my cheeks, Bitter information about new wars…
By: Jim Piatt Reports of new battles flow inward, Like shards of splintered glass they Awaken heartbreaking feelings, My heart cries out in dismay Amidst the furor of finite time, Tears stream down my cheeks, Bitter information about new wars…