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