To cry is to know that youre alive
But
My river of tears has run dry I never wanted to fool you
But
A cold heart is a dead heart And it feels like I''ve been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake There ai''nt no one my Soul to take If I wake before I die, rescue me with your smile. . .
The budding trees, the new flowers,
and birds that sweetly sing,
whisper to me that it’s Easter.
Here is wishing a warmth for your Soul on Easter and always! Happy Easter
A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a Soul Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.
