Peyton Moore


The Rich Man

A sign from the heavens is what i long
Yes a sound sleeping to a gentle hymn
A glory to my senses is a song
Yet the becoming of my dreams are grim

How heart can change in the blink of an eye
It brings sadness and despair to his kin
When they see the womans gentle cries
This rich man is now drenched in sin

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