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Let my eyes become the lighting, Let your breathing do the talking. Let my scent become your guiding, Let your fingers do the walking. Let our hands discuss the night Let the magic hold us

This morning I woke up sadness deep in me, It had been settling inside- For awhile. All day I struggled to get through, Bitter-sweet is the thought- Of you. Looking for More then just

I tried to save your soul last night, But you were too proud to be rescued, You ain’t no prince, you are not perfect, But I gave you a chance to try to be one.

You hear my laughter in the night, You see me smiling in the light. Hiding tears is my best art, I can smile with broken heart. But even If I smile with glee, Sorrow shadows deep with

Drops of silence in the dawning day Raining down upon my face, Never had I such a strong believe In whatever lies ahead with grace. Nothing close or in the distance Only my spirit melted