When my heart cry
over word who injure
demand who come toward
when i not see some spring
Than lift i my look to the sky
I listen in his voice
who sound soft and smooth
and who give me comfort
His love beating about the bush me
His eyes see my bleeding wound
He hold me near your
Peace and quiet of him i few
Posted by Ottehey on 2008-06-03 05:58:44 | Rating: | Views: 50
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