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Let Your Heart Sing

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novran

Published: Jan 20, 2009

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Indescribable pauses,
Pass through time,
When I hear how life,
Can be so cruel.

Your life just shined through mine,
(Even though it seemed like I held back),
I always realised your wonderful love,
When you held me in your arms.

I have grown through my heart and soul,
With a strength anew,
Like the roar of a lion collapsing a million mountains,
I have seen the truth.

Never a day spits past,
That I always look up to you,
Your eyes glow with love,
Like lanterns glowing in the dark sky.

I let myself sing now,
Because you have opened my heart,
My eyes are pure,
With the touch of hope.

I can always see a smile,
That never turns down,
Pain you surrender,
Your life falling.

It is now my turn,
I will help you up,
We can lean on each other,
And we can survive.

Both of us cry,
Let our hearts be free,
Your have changed my life,
Forever we can sing.

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