We have always had tools
how to repair
stitch the tattered, fray of us
such fools
A family, shattered
all the days our
ruins
Can we will
such storms of darkness
now to light our dawn
love’s sacred singing?
We can
lighten our souls
softly winging
We have always had tools
how to repair
stitch the tattered, fray of us
such fools
A family, shattered
all the days our
ruins
Can we will
such storms of darkness
now to light our dawn
love’s sacred singing?
We can
lighten our souls
softly winging