Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2016
Take the wool from my eyes
keep me forever near
Silence the moans,still my soul
for I am alive, still here.

Always place you hand in mine
for then I have nothing to dread or fear
Dry my tears, still my worrying soul
for I am alive, still here,
Written by
cheryl love
Please log in to view and add comments on poems