LONELY HOURS, FOREVER WITH ME

My wailing feet, my trembling heart, The news of a lonely day; each one makes me sad. Now fear of a butterfly I face, Echoing little loneliness fill my gaze; Cause little things are my burdens. Now the lonely hours forever feels sudden. The beauty of a clear room and clear mind and more. Smiles are multiple for things not seen but hoped for, Counts my costs and counts my losses; Counts the days I smile, counts the days for crosses; Counts sad times count beautiful days, For love covers multitudes of sins and pains. Now you smile with mum and dad. I smile with mourn and solitude dance. Count your days for lack of loneliness; I determine mine when I get to church for singular holiness. Brace up young stars; Cut the chase, face the goose and count your stars.