" Sometimes "

Sometimes they listen
Sometimes they dont
Sometimes they recieve love given
Other times they wont
But I was put here not to be liked or even loved
I was put here as a conduit of Grace from above
So come hell come high water come whatever may
I shall walk talk and live love as the manifested state of being today.
So be it.
~ Brosha ~

© A.F. Kindred/Brosha the Skrybe