What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barncocks say Night is growing gray, Leaving all that here can win us
What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barncocks say Night is growing gray, Leaving all that here can win us
Believe me, Lost One, Love is lovelier
The more it shapes its moans in selfish-wise.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories