She sings to me like no one else before;
she puts her heart into her voice and sings.
She sings the colors of her love and more;
she gives each loving note a set of wings,
and all her songs surround and lift my soul.
She knows the songs my chaos needs to hear
as I surrender self and self control,
to let her music lift and draw me near.
At times I feel as if I’m far away,
as far away as heaven is from hell,
and though I told my love I’d always stay,
my sweetest love, she knows me all too well.
And so she sends her songs on tender wings
to gently draw me back with all she sings.