Be Among My Many Lives

Do not allow your beauty, fair as snow, to go to waste, I love and grasp your hand in mine, I'll not release it. Now I'll row against the tides and currents time can land upon us. Be among my many lives I carry during struggles coming soon. I'll hear your sobs and worries, soothe your cries and never let a day go by in gloom. Our children raised with care and holy grace. Or barren we will be and just your love I'll seek and sing, I'll gaze upon your face. Our house will fit our spirits tight as gloves, and in that house our true, our real, our home will never move, our souls always to roam.