Arms that comfort
Arms that hold
Arms that push away
Ground that’s lost
Ground that found
Ground that’s blown away
To hold truth
To tell a lie
The choices can be weary
Pain of heart
Pain of soul
Pain of death so dreary
Arms that comfort
Arms that hold
Arms that push away
Ground that’s lost
Ground that found
Ground that’s blown away
To hold truth
To tell a lie
The choices can be weary
Pain of heart
Pain of soul
Pain of death so dreary
Last edited by thrall; 06-30-2007 at 09:19 AM.
so true...you are awesome thrall..
Be careful of wolves in sheep's clothing..not everything is as it appears to be...
Each and every time I read your words, I am left in stunned awe.
tessa
"Life is just a chance to grow a soul."
~A. Powell Davies
thrall,
This poem says more than most can read. Keep up the good work.
Pain eventually leaves but your words will remain. Nice.
WB
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