giving best to thee

  

She lays still
in her gray,

hushed before

the thunder coming

our way–do not be 

dismayed or afraid,

for my glory shall bring 

your victory. & as my heart 

hurts in my chest, I know

the sorrowed man, reigns

nothing but love over lonely.

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