some we call sinners,
others we ascribe saints,
though we try to put a wall in separation,
we are all just normal people,
having dreams,
and longings,
struggling through hardships,
wrecked by billowing storms,
surviving heartaches,
eyes filled with tears,
clutching to hope,
even when it sometimes eludes us…
some we call sinners,
others we ascribe saints,
though we try to put a wall in separation,
we are all just,
normal people,
regardless if we are rich or poor.
A Chorus of Echoes 