23rd prayer to G

its as if my voice had been locked, in the cave of despair, and your compassion, unlocked the curse, was her

youre cute as a button, sometimes, G, thats how you looked, this morning lent my voice your Beautiful vision

if i can give you back what i can, my muse, ill give you our Oran Mor, from where all other Virtue sprang, a Lovesong