Monday, January 21, 2013

Always judge the past as if you live in that past. 
That's the right thing to judge an event. 
All I'm saying is, every side has their story. 

History was made by the winner, but it doesn't make it any less truer..

To what a degree the same past can leave different marks-and especially admit of different interpretations. 

I don't know.


I see trees of green........ red roses too 
I see 'em bloom..... for me and for you 
And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world. 

I see skies of blue..... clouds of white 
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights 
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world. 

The colors of a pretty the sky 
Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by 
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do 
They're really sayin'......i love you.