Return - Ferron

    To lay my head on your blessed arm
    I take my cue from the willow tree
    For it don't break from just one storm
    But bends with a strength that keeps it free.

    When I was young my love was bold
    Bold like rock and rock like cold
    Kind love came and said it would be true
    But I turned away as though I always knew

    That bonds are formed from outside time
    Our major goal is to absolve our crimes
    Let your steps be travelled with that knowing smil
    It's no toss of coins that longest mile.

    For those who think, don't analyze
    For those who weep, dry your eyes to see
    It's from those we've served, a paradise
    And form those we've wronged, pure ecstasy.

    Because happiness is a moment's glance
    The spin inside the circle's charm
    And I walked my line to have my chance
    To lay my head on your blessed arm.

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