Songbirds have the night
Clearing up my sight
To see the great called You
Strings of light are filled
With stories all but tilled
In ground that makes it's way
And I rest on her cloud
Taking on her shroud
For all it means to me
~Moses
Clearing up my sight
To see the great called You
Strings of light are filled
With stories all but tilled
In ground that makes it's way
And I rest on her cloud
Taking on her shroud
For all it means to me
~Moses
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