With nimble fingers,
You cradled my dreams.
Held me captive,
With a heavenly gaze.
Fresh like the morning breeze,
You helped me off my knees.
When I'm tired of walking,
I long to see you again.
Soothing Rain, make me yours.
Wash over me, Like a song.
Caress me, make me strong.
Warm sunshine, you are my bliss.
I like the feel
Of your hands upon my head.
You'd carry me
If I asked you, in the night.
My hero, for ever long
My god, if there ever was.
When I'm tired and hungry,
I long to be with you.
Soothing Rain, make me yours.
Wash over me, Like a song.
Caress me, make me strong.
Warm sunshine, you are my bliss.
Soothing Rain, make me yours.
Wash over me, Like a song.
Caress me, make me strong.
Warm sunshine, you are my bliss.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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