Oh my children!
Oh precious lambs broken
On vicious rocks!
How I long to bleed for you
Bind up your bleeding wounds
Gather up and carry you
To where
There is life
Oh my children
I bleed for your pain
Your aloneness
Your broken smiles
And empty promises
Every "I'm OK"
Every fear-strained day
Oh my children
Let me help you.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
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