The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd on — Bethany Dillon
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The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the daySpills over buildings into the streets where orphans playAnd only You can see the good in broken thingsYou took my heart of stone, and You made it homeAnd set this prisoner free

— Bethany Dillon
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