Thursday, April 06, 2006

Within such a cold fold of the curtain
You are sleeping alone
The voice singing the song of a prayer
is about to shine it's small light upon the fields
I saw a dream about you
You were smiling like a child
The promise of the future is nostalgic
yet distant
Believing I'll eventually reach
That verdant morning
I'll be believing in that dry winter sky

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