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Where I Belong
Fly me up to
The heavens.
Let me smile again.
Let me feel you presence,
To hear your voice
Whisper in my ear.
Raise me up to touch the
Shooting stars.
Hold me,
So I do not fall.
Hold my hand so I know
You are there.
Touch my heart,
And let it love.
Come down from above.
I want to see your smile.
I want to know you
Are proud.
Shout my name to
Make me yours.
Let me fly with you
Moon and sun.
I am yours.
Just lead me, Lord.
My heart is open,
Waiting for you to come,
And take me home,
Where I belong.
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"But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."
- Lord Byron
Last edited by BookWhale***; 18-02-2007 at 06:35 AM.
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