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Down through the years
Your lens looks out for us.
We are all weary lambs
And the light leads us home.

To forgo this feigned indifference
Full circle in the fold
And find ourselves in yourself
The heart's infant embrace.

All of our lives
Are in your eyes
And all our lives
We've been climbing up for love.

Love to stop this ceaseless clamour
When weeping becomes sleep
A silent prayer; your smiling face
Hands held out in a bower.