thrall
06-30-2007, 05:47 AM
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 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