And I, the Poor Lost Soul That She Did Gladly Save
And I, The Poor Lost Soul That She Did Gladly Save
Early dawn in the midst of a cool windswept day
I rose to see life and smile, as if her love was new
Air so very fine smells of jasmine and daisy
Beauty and fragrance flows into the bedroom
Life awakes, fantastic miracles are waiting
O' bless are those that inhale and finally see
That man and earth are divided but also as one
Kids riding bicycles wildly across the lawn
Sunny rays gleaming forth onto the patio deck
And why does sweet life and pure love seem so close
As happiness sends feelings of her sand-burnt hair
I walk to the park, her romantic touch awaits.
She that so longs for me to be her willling slave.
And I, the poor lost soul that she did gladly save.
Robert J. Lindley, Jan21st 1977
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