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| Leah, Humble Maiden August 1983 |
| Humble maiden, Made of wood Her flesh of bark, No longer stood Her branches left no travel plans, What now remains, just hallowed lands She brought us solace, On darker days A lover's carving, Among the haze She knew from birth, from at the start That Sandy came, to break her heart Her highest calling, She always knew To be an arbor, Through and through Fragile, gentle, somber soul Your silent secrets, Are all they stole... |
| Written by Amanda Starr Shields |
