Time comes
Time comes and time goes,
in the heart of the wind,
trials of life seems to flow,
within and without,
in the heart of the wind,
leaving me in dout,
I'll ever win,
in this thing they call ''life''.
Angels up high seem to hide in my heart,
whispering prayers of love,
in the heart of the wind,
making me feel God's almighty love from within.
By Mud Hen
© 2009 Mud Hen
(All rights reserved)
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