belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
23 September 1998
For all the words I didn't write
When hell's dark shadows shamed my life,
When your sweet smile tore my soul
'Tween life and death, true friend and foe --
I now regret and long to free
From chains still wrapped around my heart;
And for release I softly plead.
Copyright © 1998 Charles Fry
la vie me déchire For all the words I didn't write My two calloused hands Hold me in your arms so tightly; When springtime comes soft, sweet and warm the water of life these are the times geraniums sweet of all sweetness when Death first called my name Arms so pitiful Redemption The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own. Oh Seigneur A toi, l'humanité flesh of mortal man, immortal woman again an unknown stranger. canticle to my soul My tender heart dilates with each emancipation