I have not settled, on… A song I like. And, dear that is why - I write! I glean to touch an angel’s feather But all I do is roll like a bolder… Strewn-down the mountain-side
Sometimes I feel so dirty Unworthy of a human body Sometimes I want to pray or preach Sometimes I want to hide out of reach Sometimes I want to cry like a baby
Only his kiss will do Only a smile from him Only his embrace will do Cut from this cardigan Cut from this aging cloth Worn in view of a memory Now only this alone will do
The wedding cake couple Held hands on-top in vigil Clinging on to each other tightly There I do’s written in song Lasted just as long as it took! Mothering law to take another
