Theresa St. Anne Malone
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Christ Restoreth All
Some how I really have to let go.
Of promise, love, and a rainbow.
This picture of ours has too many tears,
From unkept promises told through the years,
So this time we're really through,
I'm painting a picture of life without you,
Our picture will hang in a gallery alone,
of a family who almost made it home,
Now how many dreams end up this way?
When all has been done, and there's no more to say,
Now the broken dreams were painted lost,
Was there anyone to pay the cost?
To restore the hurt and damage done,