Where We Stand Grandma’s voice in the evening light,Stories soft, but they cut so deep.Hands that worked, hearts that prayed,Promises they didn’t speak.In a world that’s running fast,Changing faces, losing ground,I hear the past call my name,Like a steady, faithful sound. When the road gets dark and wide,And the noise gets way too loud,I look back to move ahead,That’s where… Read more →