It's the parts I do understand. American Humorist and Author All this and heaven too. Life is made up of sobs, sniffles and smiles, with sniffles predominating. Through all of the changing scenes of life, hope abides. Let my wealth be stored in vaults no earthly banker can unlock.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
But you read black where I read white. Whisper of dreams and hopes to me, For these are the permanent things. My Life's Prayer - JWK Daily I compose a symphony in my mind that changes with each playing, But God has written the melody, harmony and lyrics on my heart, Here they are still, constantly at rest and cannot be changed. A snowstorm is the chalkdust from heavenly handwriting. A memory is a wish cast adrift on a sea of dreams, It's the silky wings of hope travelling aloft on the breeze of possibilities.