GloMag GloMagMarch2020 | Page 322

SOUL OF MY SOUL let this song gently brush your lips that it might forever sleep in light that it might forever heal careless hearts that it might forever protect you from the contagion of this world’s bitter heart let this song tenderly caress your cheek that it might sometimes rest with softness that it might sometimes blush with longing and joy that it might somehow swell from the bittersweetness of this world’s squandered innocence 322