I Close This Night With This Little Soul
Sometimes I see the light of innocence
It may be a beam; but more I see fractured arays
Yeah they look like a dream- but they come in their own ways
They grasp fingers, my fingers
With hope every minute lingers
Every heartbeat is a fight for another
Its a marvel like no other
Their windows are not like mine or yours
They look more like paper doors
You touch the the fragile door with everything you learned in school
But sometimes fate can be cruel
Sometimes what is written is read out loud to you
And then there is nothing you can do
The soul, your soul, learns to let go of the words of hope
YOu find that your hands bleed from a passing rope
Your learn that all nights close
With the little souls that the stethoscope knows
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