troublegal05 Posted March 29, 2005 Share Posted March 29, 2005 The Psalm Sing to me oh sumptuous rose Your bitter blood has touched the lips of your loved ones Hear me kindred wanderer your cries have deafened the living Graven your evils for times past my day and listen to all I say The wise man does not bare his head to rest upon the stone But rather he heavies his head to faith So go sing, tortured soul Your burden to the winds and empty the evils of your sins. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kskm Posted April 5, 2005 Share Posted April 5, 2005 I am glad that you keep writing. Keep up with your thoughts on paper! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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