Clear
Sunflowers
In mid- day
To blossom in June summer
Mother sue
Counts the days out
Tidy the rooms on up
Public sees of there beauty
Comforter
The broken hearts
Prayers
In a run of a day
No more weeping
No sad songs
To cry over
When you take life for granted
Now you see
The puffs in faces
The joy in many
And a swing dance
When you take him
By the hands