Sunday, July 17, 2005
he didnt call, and i miss him anyways. but he needs his rest.
And he walks with me
And he talks with me
And he tells me
I am his own
And the joy we shared
As we tarried there
None other has ever known.
He speaks and the sound of his voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody
That he gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
Mrs Brightside at 12:02 am
{xoxo}
