The truth
Rings loud and clear
As a church bell
On a cold, crisp
Winter night.
It flies
Over treetops,
Drifts
Through meadows
And
Seeps in
Around the edge of your window
To find you,
All to find you
Soft asleep.
Age 16
Rings loud and clear
As a church bell
On a cold, crisp
Winter night.
It flies
Over treetops,
Drifts
Through meadows
And
Seeps in
Around the edge of your window
To find you,
All to find you
Soft asleep.
Age 16