Our Refuge
The still silence we sat in
deafened our hopes.
But music and singing was our refuge.
It soared over the stillness of oxygen
you desperately wanted relief from.
You gave me..
the sweetest song
the sweetest moment.
But music and singing was our refuge.
We fled to our song.
Our song...
of hope
of future
of sorrowful mourning.
music and singing
is your eternal joy.
but music and singing
is still my refuge.
Until
I fly away
with our song..
the sweetest song ever sung.
the sweetest moment ever given.