"Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe 3 a.m., I will recall the sound
of the little ones so quiet as you turned to make your way back home
Everybody wondered, everybody here decided
Maybe if the rains had come to wash my face I'd be okay, but then,..."One Day
"A little child with larger eyes making faces from the clouds above
so simple in so many different ways
Mom and dad would fix his hair before he went outside to play
The tightest grip on every word they say..."Quiet Angel
"She'd dazed in the light of her new life
tender hands to touch the ones who never see her
floating up above the darkening clouds
closer to where she started, where it all will end..."|
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