Every day I'm born anew
I must admit there's changes few
But changes nonetheless I see
What's changed is cast as memory.
But every time I look at you
When I have changed and you have too
Both grace and beauty I still see
Sweet radiance in eternity.
So even though I try to see
Each day with new eyes, wild and free
I do but hope to see what's new
In grace's eye and beauty true.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
Every day I'm born anew
I must admit there's changes few
But changes nonetheless I see
What's changed is cast as memory.
But every time I look at you
When I have changed and you have too
Both grace and beauty I still see
Sweet radiance in eternity.
So even though I try to see
Each day with new eyes, wild and free
I do but hope to see what's new
In grace's eye and beauty true.
