Sing to Me, My Love

Sing to me My Love, sing to me of better times,

of when we were young, and people tore down

our walls, instead of building them.

And you can hide in my strength  again

while I bury my face 

in your hair,

sing My Love while we lift

a silent prayer

for peace

in our world.

    

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