The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter Eighteen

I am a Poet that just happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to write within a circle of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. I never know what I'm going to write. Nor do I know what's been written until we meet today on iHeart Radio. Today's story is haunting in the way that we allow the voices in our head and heart control all things that pass us by. We can be solid as rock on any given Sunday. Only to become carriers of sand by Monday.