The lady whispers
When she is unsure
The lady’s voice rings clear
When she touches life’s flesh
The lady whispers
When toil seems to outweigh gain
The lady’s voice rings clear
When her goal is clear ahead
The lady whispers
When the foot slides back farther than the step
The lady’s voice rings clear
When she hears her children’s laughter
When she hears her children’s laughter
The lady whispers
When on a sunny day, clouds still seem to hang over her
The lady’s voice rings clear
When her life’s passionate work is met
The lady whispers
When the hammer seems to bend rather than strengthen the steel
The lady’s voice rings clear
When the last blemish is washed from her past
When on a sunny day, clouds still seem to hang over her
The lady’s voice rings clear
When her life’s passionate work is met
The lady whispers
When the hammer seems to bend rather than strengthen the steel
The lady’s voice rings clear
When the last blemish is washed from her past
Ken Goree
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