Virtuoso-David Phelps. . A handful of dust a worthless piece of clay. And you breathed the breath of heaven. Then there was a soul. The heart, the hands, the voice that could sing of your perfection.
Her head is laid upon my lap.. The highway sings a soothing lullaby.. My daughter here beside me. My little boy is in the backseat. Outlined by the headlights from behind..