If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
'Locks of Love' is a wonderful program. My family has donated hair. Perhaps I should think about doing the same with my long locks now.
ReplyDeleteMy daughter Anna has done this three times and Rebecca has done it once. It is a wonderful program!
ReplyDeleteI would love to be able to donate hair but growing hair doesn't seem to be one of my gifts.
ReplyDeleteJonathan Wilson
Jonathan,
ReplyDeleteNo one said the hair had to come off your head!