And in
Some strange
Way when
Upon my
Knees and
Broken you
Reached out
Pulled me
Up and
Set me
Upon your
Shoulder carrying
Me
As though
I were
A sack
Of flour
To sit
And gaze
Upon tomorrow
And in
Some strange
Way when
Upon my
Knees and
Broken you
Reached out
Pulled me
Up and
Set me
Upon your
Shoulder carrying
Me
As though
I were
A sack
Of flour
To sit
And gaze
Upon tomorrow