Comfort II
The wind in the trees have been singing
A sigh followed closely by ringing
As bells of the spire
Cry out to inspire
This day of all days of the year
To sweeten delight
Of one wounded in flight
This day of all days will conspire
In all ways, I try to inspire
Bring a smile to the one I hold dear
Funny thing. It did help with my troubles today. As I just tried to explain in "Stained Glass".
Right now, I feel like I should write another...
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