I sing of love and sometimes of sorrow;
some from above with words that wring hollow.
Some, rather deep with words that wring true;
sung as I weep as I think of you.
With what I have learned from love that disagrees
you take what you've earned and release it; you free.
Wisdom you share, otherwise not
for what you will bare should not give distraught.
Make sense I try, and falter I might
But thoughts from the heart are more often right.
some from above with words that wring hollow.
Some, rather deep with words that wring true;
sung as I weep as I think of you.
With what I have learned from love that disagrees
you take what you've earned and release it; you free.
Wisdom you share, otherwise not
for what you will bare should not give distraught.
Make sense I try, and falter I might
But thoughts from the heart are more often right.
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