Come In

by Karen Simpson   Jan 11, 2006


Sing sweet child
My love is not mild
Open your eyes
Look to the skies

I'm waiting young one
For your devotion
Let me hold you tight
Don't leave me sight

You are my clay
You are mine to say
The time has come
Do not caution

You will rise up above
Because of my love
Open these gates of gold
No longer shall your life be cold

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