Shattering like glass my iron will
I kneel before thou shining grace
A lamb set to slaughter
I offer all that I am
Take me or doom me forever lost
I am yours.
By Lucius Wilson
There she goes along the sun baked road,head back oblivious in her own world.
The dull sun shining down on her brown hair, it’s fall when she appears, always fall.
There she goes oversized sweater and silly round hat, black frames, and crooked smile.
There she goes down our city street whimsical and free. Slowing traffic, she’s unaware, head back bathing in the seasons breeze.
There she goes, there she goes again, my life from a distance just beyond my reach teasing, capturing my soul, it’s fall and there she goes.