The sun shone for a time on hope so pure
As the rays danced upon those daydreams clear
All was right, with not a cloud in the sky
Together we basked in that day so dear
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I don't suppose I noticed it in the dim light of the moon
Or the way your hand held mine all night long
I don't suppose I realized just what I felt inside
I may not have felt it then, but, I felt it soon
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I felt the icy, strangling grip of death
Closing in quickly around my heart
As I struggled to breathe that one last breath
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Oh, Lord, I stand before you, mind spinning
Not knowing just what step I should take next
I am so excited yet so afraid
Lord, how will I know, what path will be best?
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Perhaps I blinked when I ought to have stared
Perhaps I never looked in the right place
To find, just once, that beautiful, bright face
Perhaps I lived my life a bit too scared
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Three hundred and sixty five sunrises
Three hundred and sixty five sunsets, too
One whole year of days and nights comprises
The measure of time that I have spent with no you
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This, a lifetime of trial and error
Of great hope and eventual let down
Of pure delight and imminent terror
A smile one second; the next, a frown
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A year of hopes and dreams and worn-out prayers
With no indication that they'd been heard
All the memories and familiar words
And lonliness made sleepless nights not rare
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People say it’s bright and golden up there
And, bright, shining it may very well be
We try and look beyond, straining to see
Our eternal home way up in the air
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Down the old dirt path where the willows grow
Where the gravel stops and the old crick slows
Where the sun sets late and the West wind blows
There you will find me, by the corn in rows
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