Just to see the drawing of yours,
Of yours, for what it means
Can stand for everything beyond
The outstretched hand offered now
Before the Sun.
Just to see the baby of you,
Of you, for what you are
Can be bought by the power
Of powdered trees and refined ore
Beneath the Sun.
Just to see the baby of you,
Of you, for what you need
Can easily be sadly missed
With the increased weight
Beside the Sun.
Just to see the demise of you,
Of you, for what may be
Can be a lifetime coming
And a heartbeat passing
‘Neath the Sun.
Just to bear the cross of you,
Of you, for where it stands
Represents a fire of love
Burnt from ashes of you
In the Sun.
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 11:46 AM UTC
Just to see the drawing of yours,
Of yours, for what it means
Can stand for everything beyond
The outstretched hand offered now
Before the Sun.
Just to see the baby of you,
Of you, for what you are
Can be bought by the power
Of powdered trees and refined ore
Beneath the Sun.
Just to see the baby of you,
Of you, for what you need
Can easily be sadly missed
With the increased weight
Beside the Sun.
Just to see the demise of you,
Of you, for what may be
Can be a lifetime coming
And a heartbeat passing
‘Neath the Sun.
Just to bear the cross of you,
Of you, for where it stands
Represents a fire of love
Burnt from ashes of you
In the Sun.
Copyright ChristhamF. ~ 1982 | 2010
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