Son of the Soil. Roots down Deep, Centuries of History steeped, Covered by Concrete, but not extinguished, a fire of the soul reaching out from the Motherland.A soldier, fighting my daily battles, through this Exis-Stance, for the future bears witness. I overstand.Music threads through my veins, painting visuals, the Drumbeat is the rhythm of my heart, pumping liquid red earth,
the land gave birth, nurtured....And now when I lay my head on her Bosom she comforts me. Home back Home, Home, Home.
MySpace Layouts MySpace Layouts
MySpace Codes
MySpace Backgrounds
