Therese

A crescent summer, gone is the Spring, that makes us all winners, fear checks our paradise, a crimson path to knowing, the love of people wise, better than any bummer, winter’s now a past thing, moonlight shows its glimmer, when did I start crying, was it going back to sing, or my son started flying, Nana loved us coming, that first awakening, a man who wanted love, another one saying, don’t cling baby cling, my time to keep praying.