It derives from imperfections we seek,
It’s that wholesome feeling
Never seen as bleak.
Love holds power
And power holds our love,
Capturing the tower of hope
Never shall fall down a slope.
Colour of life
Never a question to those fall in,
Being honest with Gods feeling
Shall remove you to sinning and reeling.
Praise to those who fall in love
From cultures, but never colours apart
Breaking down walls that have no place to stand up
We are the foundation through Gods love to look to the stars
From his protection love conquers all, and is never too far.
No comments:
Post a Comment