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If we stopped holding hands,
what would I do?
Would it be something about me,
or something about you?
We keep reaching out and
keep sinking in, a thousand sands.
A thousand plans to have a well-being
no one will understand.
I want to breathe in your air,
and not breathe it away,
until we are lined in a light,
in the eye of the shade.
Knowing what an aura feels like,
silent night not afraid.
There is something inside me,
being with someone like you,
that goes back to that night,
the sound and the hush,
the stars kissed the sea,
and there was something about us.
Like an engine at full steam, your baby's running 'round.
Thunder never made such a sound.
And everywhere she goes, her teddy follows,
I wonder when they're going to town.
One day I reached for the sky
and fell into bed trying to hide,
when a tiny hand grabbed mine to play.
I look into her eyes, full of wonder and whys,
so many colors we discovered today.
Off on a daydream, our baby's walking down,
dressed up in her Mom's wedding gown.
Softly she goes, I'm closing my eyes,
trying to remember the sounds.
like water from rain,
a ribbon through life,
flows loosely, splashed bright,
across fate's shining knife.
Like pleasure there's pain,
And no words to
rhyme
with multiple