3. Uniquely
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
Sometimes it’s done in a shadow, in obscurity. Not standing on a box in the middle of downtown. Heh – I love that.
Sleep on the Hearth
...yawning at home before the fire of life
...yawning at home before the fire of life
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
Sometimes it’s done in a shadow, in obscurity. Not standing on a box in the middle of downtown. Heh – I love that.
