Redemption

Sleep beckons me on this cold night
To rest my weary head on her bosom
She feels the pain my heart can’t speak
She knows it all too well from years gone by
Like a mother worrying over a child
She will cast a wary eye on me
Until the sun rises to greet us both
A new day begins for both of us
A chance at redemption
A chance to again believe
In the healing powers of hope and love.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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