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.
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