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by Karen Simpson Jan 11, 2006 category : Life, society / faith, religion
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