Monday, June 6, 2011

Pied Pipette

Come to me my children,
gather all around.
The world is such a scary place,
but here's where peace is found.

Come to me my broken
for here you will find joy,
the pieces mended gently
of every girl and boy.

Come to me beloved,
for in my gentle touch,
you'll find the love you wanted,
and longed for on so much.

Come to me my darling,
with angel wings you'll fly,
newly healed of bruises,
and the painful days gone by.

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