I am the voice of my past & yours, take my hand, be not afraid
Come follow mommies heart, and let the rain storms song
Wash away all the sorrow, worry & pain, releasing it from your hearts misery
It’s time to let all of the sad past go, set free your heart to be strong

I am but a voice, soft and gay like woodland fairies lighting the path
My words I placed in the whispers of the wind, may they guide your journey
Your future filled with wonders & countless gifts thou hath
Discovering your prospects, your destiny, yet unwritten, in future memory

I am the voice that whispers softly in your dreams as night descends
As the whippoorwills song of love is carried to your dreams
Hear me calling your name, my darling son, I love you, without end
Like the seas love the shore, & fairies love their schemes

Together we shall lay all the sorrow of the past, far away from our hearts
As once I held you, my precious babe, let my words impart yours, like fine arts

Written by:
Pam Collins/Asha
2010©

A Sonnet
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