Through Your Hands
Silver ships along the shore
where we never will explore
caves we found when we were young
sing me Spanish songs unsung
dance a dance we almost knew
when our old romance was new
write a letter on the wind
find a better way to mend
broken dreams and shattered souls
silver hair and hearts of gold
cannot slow the sifting sands
as my life runs through your hands.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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