IF SHE COULD SEE HERSELF THROUGH HIS EYES

He loves her with all his heart
His pain won’t end until she sees
Her worth he holds so dear
His pain her sadness
Her uncertainty
Building  walls
War must end
Or both hearts will die
His prayer is for her to grow
Wings of gold
To fly

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by Dawna Bowles (C)2014