Something true...it's a matter of faith

Around this time of year, something handmade (clay from Georgia) and cross-stitching by me for good friends and loved ones, and it goes like that:

 

What an irony,

living in agony,

for your choice,

has no point,

knowing someone well,

or staying in dark's hell,

thinking is better there,

giving no way to something else,

like trying to find love,

 

and forget that we are all made of,..

 

look your eyes, find the strength 

to feel, to care,

to tell the truth

and live yours dreams

or leave your dreams...