To sleep on stolen grass
Or pass into the waking
Of a child's first breath
While a father stands, shaking
To hold so close that one heart
Have we each other
But a memory of my bright
Shining brother
Running
From the fire
Angels choir
And I'll be there too
Shiver
Life Giver
Deliver
To the River
To speak another word
To let such sorrow yeild
Is to break right open
At the blows you weild
And the future lies waiting
For my hand to hold
This land of old
To heal
YOU ARE READING
songs (old)
Randomim not a great lyricist... (cover photo taken by my sister, edited by yours trully)