In new-fallen darkness, who first gains her sight?
She is wise. She is wise. She is wiser than I.
Who stands on the high ground, try though I might?
She is wiser, much wiser than I.
Wounded by insult, whom do I seek?
She is wise. She is wise. She is wiser than I.
When wavered by doubt, won't let me be weak?
She is wiser, much wiser than I.
2 comments:
So beautiful.....
Wonderful & loving. She is lucky.
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