now just a sketch - revelation 21:5
Cradle Bed
Cathedral Nap
Dreamy Head
A bug on a wall
An ant in a hole
A bee on a bush
Your very own soul
Yesterday
All my troubles seemed they’re here to stay
Now it looks as though they’re far away
Oh, I believe
In yes to day
There is a staring stair
That winds its way to me
If you but wanted it
Turn and look and see