Take me by Glynis Hale
The clock is ticking steadily, as it hangs upon the wall
Not another sound is heard or a movement there at all
She sits and sways in her rocking chair, with folded hands in lap
With silent thoughts her mind is filled, she's caught within a trap
Of solitude and loneliness, no one to share her love
Oh open up gates of heaven, to the palace high above
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