The Weaver!
Sitting perched on a hilltop,
Trees that sway in delight
Silently whispering something
That reminds me of twilight.
Crossing the sunset bar
Or awakens the dawn that rose
Meant to be held onto
Not letting your faith go.
There’s a lot to say
And a lot to hear
But the truth is here to stay
Threads of conversation so dear
So here am I to make a difference
And see the hope that shines
When I cut the around the noise
All that is bound by the weaver!
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