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me smile, forgives me.
Love takes me by the hand without strings attached.
Soothes my troubled mind, quenches my inherited
Each day struggles for an answer, a healing word.
Take my hand, dance with me, a toast to our love
hold my hand here and there.
You are my fire in darkness, darkness tries to
warmth, your warmth is my flashlight.
As I stumble to understand the definition of love
your lips free my eyes to see the sunshine.
Sometimes love has a bitter taste, it hurts to
love, seeing me naked
with all my faults, denials and I run for cover.
Donít give up on me no donít give up
Jesus says this dance lasts forever.
Love resurrects, salvation from pain, from nagging
Love is like a lone surrealistic flower in a
desolate battle field never making sense,
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