“Tis the human touch in the world that counts-the touch of your hand and mine-Which means far more to the sinking heart than shelter or bread or wine For shelter is gone when the night is o'er and bread lasts only a day But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice Live on in the soul always.”
Spencer M. Free“Tis the human touch in the world that counts-the touch of your hand and mine-Which means far more to the sinking heart than shelter or bread or wine For shelter is gone when the night is o'er and bread lasts only a day But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice Live on in the soul always.”
Spencer M. Free