Blog of the Wolf
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Wings of hope
Whenever my arms can’t feel your touch
And love is sailing over the sea
I pray the Lord to turn the hands
And make you fall again into me.
Besides me stands the truth of my words
And years, and tears, and fear, and light,
But though the tides are turning wrong
I’m tryin’ to make these things be right.
Reach out my hand and cross we shall
The bridge that stands between our love
And us, those who have grieved to see
That there is still a sun above.
For the two of us…
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