IRC-Galleria

When silence yells and a feeble breath echoes
When destiny calls and time pressures
When a srtong man is pulled and pushed,
Leened on and called upon to protect and to hold,
To help and to lead
To carry when others can't walk
A man can burn,
A man can tire
I might need crutches to stand though I don't bruise easily
In my sleep I'm at bliss
Let me rest
Let me heal
Repair my cruthces with your smiles
Care for me with your Loving heart
Please