Sing - Poem by David Daykin
I'm coming home to the One that loved me the most.
I'm coming home to the One who always held me so close.
The One that loved me no matter what I did.
I'm coming home, coming home, coming home.
My eye's feel so heavy and a darkness abounds.
A movie before me of all I lost but more importantly found.
At times I really felt I knew it all.
But I never ever knew a thing.
And now a hand touches me that makes my spirit sing.
My breath is short, my pulse is racing.
But I don't feel any fear.
For I feel a love descend, from far away but has always been near.
But I guess I still don't know a thing.
His eye's look upon me and my soul starts to sing.
And now I know my time is done, and everything is so clear.
I lived my life in shadows till you, and now have to leave one I hold so dear.
I guess you taught me some things.
Can you hear that, yeah, you taught my heart to sing.
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