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Rest in my arms
Rest in my arms
No sun today, looking rather gray and in fact it’s mainly
rain
Despite my usual cloudy day aches, mama I don’t feel pain
Cause today’s the day she’s driving through the marsh, past
the farms
Spread the news today the love of my life is coming to rest
in my arms
I got a case of jars, full to the top of the sunsets she missed that
I save
And too many empty Tylenol bottles that’d ease my head when
I’d rave
Lamenting about the lost time that I should’ve been buried
in your charms
It’s behind us at last thank God! The love of my life is
coming to rest in my arms
She’s been through days where she couldn’t distinguish the start
from the end
Patching wounds in and out, two more appear before she can begin
to mend
She thought she would never break free, that everything she
touched she harms
But her man is still standing tall, calling the love of his
life to come rest in his arms
As tomorrow’s become yesterdays, and next years are in the
books
The pages will be filled with happiness and joy for anyone
who looks
No more long sad faces, no more panic rooms, no more alarms
Now she can take solace that every day she can come to rest
in my arms
Tim Windisch
10/25/2023
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By Tim WindischRest in my arms
No sun today, looking rather gray and in fact it’s mainly
rain
Despite my usual cloudy day aches, mama I don’t feel pain
Cause today’s the day she’s driving through the marsh, past
the farms
Spread the news today the love of my life is coming to rest
in my arms
I got a case of jars, full to the top of the sunsets she missed that
I save
And too many empty Tylenol bottles that’d ease my head when
I’d rave
Lamenting about the lost time that I should’ve been buried
in your charms
It’s behind us at last thank God! The love of my life is
coming to rest in my arms
She’s been through days where she couldn’t distinguish the start
from the end
Patching wounds in and out, two more appear before she can begin
to mend
She thought she would never break free, that everything she
touched she harms
But her man is still standing tall, calling the love of his
life to come rest in his arms
As tomorrow’s become yesterdays, and next years are in the
books
The pages will be filled with happiness and joy for anyone
who looks
No more long sad faces, no more panic rooms, no more alarms
Now she can take solace that every day she can come to rest
in my arms
Tim Windisch
10/25/2023