Out of the Deep
My voice cries out across fields of dark,
A small, soft voice is heard
The lips of time whisper forth
To bring about these words,
Feather soft against my skin
Is the grass beneath my feet,
And velvet black with sparkling stones
Is the sky above I see,
A still, small voice
Within this world,
Is crying out to you,
One small breath, a vapor, a mist,
Disappearing ever so soon.
But this voice is heard,
Your ears are touched,
And this brings about a change,
A change in my heart,
I never would have known
How deep the bounds of your love.
My voice cried out across fields of dark,
A small, soft voice was heard.
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