Friday, March 6, 2009

Come take my hand

Now I understand
the love we give away
We keep for ever...
I am soaring free
with you, together
Come, take my hand
my heart, my soul
come to a place
loved long ago
Take me home
we can run with the rainstorms
we can sit and stare at the world
confess our secrts to mother earth
and home
to the lakes of our childhood
we can leave the meanness behind
under the sunset skies
and home
to the land of our loved ones
to a place where there's a warm hand to hold
a wilderness unknown
and home
down the new road of our life
through the window of snowfields and happiness
a new you, a new me,
take me home
come, take my hand...

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