faith, . I'm at the hinterland of my devotion. In the frontline of this battle of mine. But I'm still alive. . I'm a soldier of love. Every day and night. I'm soldier of love. All the days of my
Magpie. Was it you who stole the wedding ring?. Or what other thieving bird. Would steal such hope away? Magpie. I am lost among the hinterland. Caught among the bracken and the fern. And the
