In the night
My soul cries out,
Its longings,
Its woes,
Echoing in dreams.
The daybreak comes,
Dreams turn to mist,
The longing lingers,
A quiet voice
In the distance.
I sit,
I quietly listen,
With a tender embrace,
I soothe
A lost child’s heart.
In the night
My soul cries out,
Its longings,
Its woes,
Echoing in dreams.
The daybreak comes,
Dreams turn to mist,
The longing lingers,
A quiet voice
In the distance.
I sit,
I quietly listen,
With a tender embrace,
I soothe
A lost child’s heart.
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