When there was nothing left but rubble
I picked you up and held you,
Before you knew your name
Or the glory of the morning you were mine
Loved, cared for
Needed to get through the night
(By Avi Lohr ’24)
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When there was nothing left but rubble
I picked you up and held you,
Before you knew your name
Or the glory of the morning you were mine
Loved, cared for
Needed to get through the night
(By Avi Lohr ’24)