rise above. I heard sad angels whisper rise above.
though clouds may fester bringing bitter rains
rise rise above all of your pain oh rise above
cirrus decorate the summer skies.
rise rise above remaining lies
God is only really ever love
rise rise rise and do not cry
let the evening breezes shut your eyes
let the garden flowers soothe your heart
let the shy stars over you still
play their part and rise.
mary angela douglas 22 april 2020
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