Cloverton
none compare
I have lived to gain the praise of man / Felt the weight upon my skin / I have wandered into fields of fame / Tasting all the finest and chasing after things that I wonât take with me when I am gone // None compare to You // I have watched the night yield to the sun / Overwhelmed and overcome / I have heard the sweetest symphonies rushing in like morningâs bride / Iâve been satisfied by lesser things / But when theyâre next to You