My Child
Sarah sue Anja grace touching her hair touching her face. walking on the air in my great lakes fathers eyes of wonder spring through in cries of thunder. Swimming the rivers inside babe the rivers on high babe. Makes me wonder about the angels babe. Make me wonder about everything eh. Tossing n turning in shapes in ways out of this worlds escapades. Floating on rafts just us two tossing laughs. Saying lets go leave the crazy waves for fools to pass we got love on high to hold us at last. In each others smiles we dont need there selfish ways. If they can they will ruin every plan just to feel a ounce of what we have. Just to take sacred things and drink them in the glass. We gave the test they didnt pass. its not our ways to play those games. We came from greater places we hold tighter to higher things. There is no escaping the ivory towers of there rules babe. We tried but we just have each other and only in own care can we fly there. To places they cant burn a sunder. Im holding you while diving under it will be ok babe. In my eyes they cant touch us, all the more they kill the more we rise. Hope is not trying to escape we are just sailing by. In the arms of love you are my grace and pride babe. Daddies angel his only sacred one babe.
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