I was born on a sacrificial stone.
They chanted through the night till the last strip of grey was painted red.When I woke up from my slumber, I had another name.
They chanted through the night till the last strip of grey was painted red.When I woke up from my slumber, I had another name.
The only one familiar is the one I can't see, the one I can't touch. Why do I bring bear this burden of knowing? All it's ever done is made me seem aloof.
But every time I find a diamond under it's black veil, it gives me hope and I pray for strength to carry on. It's something about your beautiful eyes, when it smiles with joy, I feel closer to home.
But every time I find a diamond under it's black veil, it gives me hope and I pray for strength to carry on. It's something about your beautiful eyes, when it smiles with joy, I feel closer to home.
really, really moving.
ReplyDeletethank you Ed, that means a lot, especially coming from an excellent writer like you.
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