For he’s the one I search the night -
The one my passions hold.
The one to silence sighs of scorn -
The one that keeps me bold.
Time can tick a thousand chimes -
And all the more shall bring -
The countless hours countless times -
I miss him above everything.
For morning’s deepest sorrow yet -
Is not farewell to day-
Its waking up to a lack of him.
To never know of this I pray.
For he’s the one I’ve searched for -
And with him I am found.
My Life, My Love, My Hero -
My Angel on solid ground.
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