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God Bless the Sleeping Children
Never wanting to say goodbye
Yet staying here will cause me to die
These arms too weak to carry that weight
Let the love in your heart override the hate
Killing me softly with each tender kiss
Tracing your face in a moment of bliss
Dancing in dreams all fancy serene
The holes in thy soul will start to fill in
Please let me sleep I do not want to feel
An onion with layers that you have to peel
Stripping away to the core of it all
I am I'm here waiting for your call
Onion Layered
I like the notion, we are so many age rings, grown over time, matured and ready for love from all comers and those closest to us especially. Mysteries unloosed and appreciated - allets -