Look away my darling
You don't mean a thing
Listen to my words
Think now of nothing
Tonight you will dream
Of snow crusted places
With dripping icicles
Covered in white
Look away darling
You don't know a thing
The reason you love this place
Is my teaching
Watch here my darling
Follow my moving lips
Commit my words
Forever to memory
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
