Sing To Me
When I am weary, tired and worn
When the day on wings has flown
When dusk comes with hushed repose
When I lie, a wilted rose
Sing to me
When my heart is bruised and sore
When my voice cannot implore
When my tears streak down my face
When my fears need saving grace
Sing to me
Sing to me on lover's bed
Sing to me, my worries shed
Sing to me, sweet lullaby
Sing to me, don't ask me why
Sing to me
With lips close to shoulder bare
With hand deep in raven hair
With voice trembling in my soul
With melody to make me whole
Sing to ME
Sing to me for in your tone
Sleepiness to stars has flow
In tune whispered in my ear
Angel song of love I hear
Yes, Sing
Sing to me
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
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