A man sits alone
Gazing out at the fresh snow
Smiling sadly, slow
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
the falling snow
A man sits alone
Gazing out at the fresh snow
Smiling sadly, slow
