Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine;
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Safely through the world we go.
BLOOD MOON:
Once upon a night
I sat with my beloved
On a forgotten wooden bench
By the lake
I read to her love poems
And flirted with her
She smiled,
Her glowing face,
Flushed crimson red
Since that night
People call her "Blood Moon".
COME HOME:
Come home when you feel tired,
Come home when you are lost,
Come home when you are sad
Come home when you wanna smile
Come home when you need a shoulder
Come home when you wanna burst in tears
Come home when you feel happy
Come home when you wanna enjoy
Come home as we sit together,
And recreate the moments we had
Come home when you as I am waiting for you
Come home as I love you
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