Author Information
the hymn of the phantoms
Were we to love,
to cast off my all
to hold just your hand
how fair that day to be!
Were this love
all too real
already fading, though,
an autumn leaf left its tree.
Were I to sign
my debts sealed
to the One I love
that I might be free!
Were you gone
for a 100 falls
would my heart beat
still pound for thee?
Were I to shed
this silly deal
and find Your love
all too real.
