Love hangs in the balance,
of an everlasting truce.
Sometimes you have to lay still a little while
Just to make sure that nothing is broken
Except your heart.
In the back of my brain
Awaiting it’s freedom
Time clear of refrain
It doesn’t have to be this way,
yet, most of the time, it is…
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Whilst discussing and deciding which clothes to bury her husband in, my mother suddenly exclaims:
I did want him to wear a shirt but do you think I should pack him a cardigan because it gets cold in those chapels.
Sometimes all it takes, is a whisper of faith
For a ball of hope to become a burning ambition