There’s a Man who sleeps, he belongs to Me.
His face now soft and resting, his body curled up and calm.
Him I watch over always, I enter his mind and gently stroke his hair.
There’s a Man who sleeps, he is Mine and he belongs to Me 💞
There’s a Man who sleeps, he belongs to Me.
His face now soft and resting, his body curled up and calm.
Him I watch over always, I enter his mind and gently stroke his hair.
There’s a Man who sleeps, he is Mine and he belongs to Me 💞