My Song
You sing over me.
A bell tolling,
a flute rising,
a whippoorwill.
Each note pure and gold.
Each word chosen just for me.
for my heart,
for my soul,
for my need.
New year and every year.
My Song
You sing over me.
A bell tolling,
a flute rising,
a whippoorwill.
Each note pure and gold.
Each word chosen just for me.
for my heart,
for my soul,
for my need.
New year and every year.
Touched by your writing