Her soul is a church;
where I hide in from the noise.
Her soul is my shelter,
where I take refuge from the bombs.
Her soul is my heaven,
the dream I've dwelled on in Hell.
When I fell asleep, dead,
her soul was a morning bell.
Her soul is a book
I read to gain wisdom.
Her soul is my soul.
I came with her Kingdom.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
Her soul is a church;
where I hide in from the noise.
Her soul is my shelter,
where I take refuge from the bombs.
Her soul is my heaven,
the dream I've dwelled on in Hell.
When I fell asleep, dead,
her soul was a morning bell.
Her soul is a book
I read to gain wisdom.
Her soul is my soul.
I came with her Kingdom.
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