Texas warmth looks for a lost Scottish eye,
not looking for weakness as it passes on by.
Stolen kisses, smiles and lightly touched skin,
a journey started in tarnished trust and trampled sin.
Texas warmth will keep its distance and take its time,
listening to past acts, while honest hours deftly chime.
Y’all heard a story darken in the saddest of Scottish ways,
looking up, dealing with hurt in this safe, safe place to stay.
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