Tethered to your soul,
My heart will always be,
As journeyed birds go,
Over mountains and sea.
When music drifts around,
Blessing the air with kisses,
You whisper a sweet sound,
Then joyful my heart is.
Justus Turner Peters MD
5/6/16
My heart will always be,
As journeyed birds go,
Over mountains and sea.
When music drifts around,
Blessing the air with kisses,
You whisper a sweet sound,
Then joyful my heart is.
Justus Turner Peters MD
5/6/16