DEFINITION

Sometimes the words come like a swiftly flowing river…sometimes they trickle as a stream.  And when I am walking in the silent forest of my youth...I can't help but go back!  What would I change if I could?  But I can't change anything!  Faces and memories, voices and lost things, they are companions of mine.  And though they would stalk me...at times try to haunt me...they have failed to define me!  I am more than my past...more than my failures...more than the pain.  I stand!  I shine!  I live, not in the remorse of long gone opportunities, but in the hope, yea the surety, of a new day! For great is thy faithfulness O Lord!

Ronnie Coleman