wanton sleep vanishing....the distant wind is whispering ...closer closer then you think...the mighty man is awakening...within within...eyes long sealed...under lock under key now opening....come oh sweet sound ..rain on weary ground...come oh saviour come...gather the wounded the broken ...the dead...breath breath...till life comes again... tiavi 8- 9--2012
prt 2
hope is calling sweet children of the night..love has not forgotten you.. as those who reject u...those who masquerade as my voice ..their talk is cheap...their words barren wombs..they dont share my heart ..they have their fathers eyes..loveless...blinded by lies...
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