You are that breeze on a hot day, giving hope to the heat of the season.
The small ripple that turns to waves,
on the shore of my discontent reason.
As time passes along,
the road we traveled seems near. Forever uplifting in our struggles, trying desperately to control our fear. The uncertainties of a grey tomorrow,
yet the blessing of God's blue skies. Looking forward to new adventures, from seeing the promise of your eyes.
I now know what beauty is,
much more than I've perceived.
I can't deny this feeling I have,
I no longer have that desire to grieve. As much as I've been hurting,
now I can finally feel free.
But in trying to make everything right,
hoping not to push you away from me.
If only what I needed to say,
were as easy as lyrics from a song.
I know that I still have passion,
but I need your help to get along.
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