| R I B B O N S Copyright 2002 Wanda L. Harrell |
| Countless are the ribbons wild, the ribbons tame Of known colors, and some colors without even a name Intricately they are woven, around and through my heart Hopelessly unable to distinguish where they conclude or start Some are so entangled that is is impossible to know Which of them is new and which of them is old To the integrity of my heart, each ribbon provides a clue For, intertwined with the worthy ones of a brilliant hue Are the ones faded, not with age, but with shame So it is for these ribbons only I who can lay claim Revealing the true colors of my not so perfect heart Oh, these ribbons wild, these ribbons tame These ribbons of worth, these ribbons of shame |
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| THIS PAGE DESIGNED BY WANDA L. HARRELL MUSIC: SOUNDS OF SILENCE |
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