The fires that I feared
How they seem to warm me now
I whisper softly into the night
How I wished you’d hear me now
Take the bow of my confession
Take the words I long to share
Light my morning with your presence
Light my soul with your care
Be the thought that never tires
When your voice speaks oh so clear
From these lips that are a promise
To a day I wished was near
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