Prayer
She turns my dreams into songs
Then, in a quiet moment
When all those words lie
Unspoken, less betrayed
She softens my heart
A path is cleared in my misty mind
And these songs become a prayer.
Then, in a quiet moment
When all those words lie
Unspoken, less betrayed
She softens my heart
A path is cleared in my misty mind
And these songs become a prayer.
posted by Ducking Giraffe at 10:19 PM
1 Comments:
Did Gran'ma do that to you?
-Gif
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