Dreams; torn. Hope; crushed. Her song; stone silence. Life; burying by thrusts of deceit and throws of lie. Future; where have you gone? Stone heart of mine still carved with love, that rocks of hate must not destroy. Such beauty, ravaged, destroyed, undone. And her song no longer mine. But must be sung.
Dream; torn. Hope; stirs. His song; breaking silence. Life; awakened by waves of love and words of truth. Future; here now begun. Strong heart of hers that beats with love, surrendered to creator’s will Such beauty, won her, filled her. A son. And His song is now her own. And must be sung.
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