Danny Boy

 

Run wild, run free, no grip on reality.
I hear you calling, calling out my name.

Heaven may take your child
And I hear your voice in the storms that collide.

I'll see you again
When there is no place for purgatory,
And the stars fall from the sky.

And the Great Book has yet to be read,
And the storms collide
I will be there,
I will be there.

By JohnK.



 

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