Sunday 6 June 2021
Sarah
It's quiet here now,
after years of the need,
my face smooth as stone,
I still see the grave,
where praise be,
his soul is saved,
we arrived on the brow,
to this new territory,
why only He knows,
grant me the days,
where I can act carefree,
not hemmed by ingrates ,
men with barren tones,
say have one on me,
cry on my shoulder,
plead for a stay,
they’re here for a reason,
to me it’s the same,
in the blue dawn,
bells ring exclusively,
I make my way home,
over there is the sea.
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