Farleigh Castle
D duncan wyllie
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Site manager, whom story fell
Of a beautiful castle of old
The stories she could tell
Of pain in life she'd hold
Then one night when all alone
Into the chapel she crept
To pray now for, relief, her own
From pain in life she wept
As she knelt on cold stone floor
A hand touched her on the shoulder
She turned to see who was there
Who was it there to hold her?
But the customers, had all since gone
As did the crying and pain
A light now inside her truly shone
As she felt new hope again.
Dedicated to Barbara (Babs) she probably can't remember the Red Cross guy
Who listened to her wonderful story.Love Duncan
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