Comments about Nia Schexnider
The Things You Hold Dear
The things you hold dear,
The those things called sin,
gone in the wind.
Life is a slow motion,
like the waves of the ocean.
Peace comes from understanding that life will change.
New days, new perspectives no longer strange.
Sometimes it's hard to keep going,
When past perspectives keep echoing.
To hold on or to let go?
These are things I do not know.
Sunset In The Mountians
There is a twinkle in the distance, a light,
that wraps around you and holds you tight,
The sun casts his shadows, shading
You from the light that's fading.
It never goes cold as the day gets old,
It never leaves your sight,
It remains steady in it's flight.