| A Prayer | ||
| Great Lady to whom all things return, God who leads beside still waters, Creator of the Earth below keep this child... Oh the pain, sorrow that won't subside. Cuilt of another life gone. A flower blooms, cries are heard watching over another grave. Sun begins to set. Stones reside alone. Not quite night, a bird sings. The air grows still light to shadow. Lone star shines down Spark in the dark Hold them still, Guide their steps, On their way, So they may live another day. |
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| -Copyright Lilith, 1999 | ||