By Donovan Baldwin
All this love spills from me...
No cup to hold it.
Let it pour, then,
Upon all the world, and,
Perhaps a drop or two
May 'poison' a saddened soul,
Bringing to a better health,
A lost and wandering spirit
Knowing that somewhere,
Someone loved.
All this love spills from me...
No cup to hold it.
Let it pour, then,
Upon all the world, and,
Perhaps a drop or two
May 'poison' a saddened soul,
Bringing to a better health,
A lost and wandering spirit
Knowing that somewhere,
Someone loved.
