Rest.
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
The fire burns
without much heat sometimes,
sometimes my soul
feels empty
The plow eats into
the earth sometimes,
sometimes your words
prepare me
Masters take the weight
of the mule sometimes,
sometimes my burden
seems light
Sometimes I wish
peace for the world,
right now I just want
rest in myself.
Eingabe 15 November 2005 |
9:23 in Lyric (en) |
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