You touched me
Reached out and touched a heart.
A heart grown cold with time.
Cold as the endless, night filled sky.
You held me
Reached out and touched my hand.
A hand too use to pain.
Much too afraid to trust again.
You loved me
Reached out and gave me love,
To free and melt the pain.
You gave me wings to fly again.
(1982)
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