ChantA Poem by Tenten
Mother hear this song I sing Take this sorrow far from me And to you I will be kind Even as the sunlight beats Papa hear these words I pray Take this sorrow from my eyes And to you I will be kind Even in the moonlit times Sisters, Brothers hear my call Take the sorrow from our eyes Let it known we are not lone That death is not the only wall To you my words shall float true As the tide rises high Drown out the tearing mind Of our loss in this spring time
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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