in my bosom.
The vultures of yesterday’s regrets plough your back
The scorpions of futures unknown sting your heel
Come, I will dress your wounds
You will recover.
The demons in your head taunt you
The wilted sunflowers in your soul grieve you
All, all, all is past now
Breathe in hope.
From today onwards I will be your shield
The arrows aimed at you will pierce my flesh
But you, in my bosom, will be safe
I will go to Calvary for you
Bear every burden, fight every beast
But you, you in my bosom,
You of my faithful watch, you of my tender gaze,
You my garden paradise, you my lover’s maze,
You my winter fire, you my summer laze,