Declaimer: I do not own.
Savior
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The fountains are dusty in the graveyard of my dreams.
The hinges are rusty and swing with tiny screams.
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The doors are boarded, the windows are barred,
nothing escapes the prison, that is mine.
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Look upon the window, do you see the shadow that is me.
Waiting in solemn vigil for the person that holds my key,
the person who will set me free.
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As I sit in vigil alone piano sings, a lonesome melody,
calling out to thee.
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As you set foot upon the path leading unto me.
My heart begins to beat, once, twice, hands upon the sill,
I stand and see, you reaching out to me.
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With fear and hope I lift my voice,
And sing a welcome meant just for thee.
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You stand upon the threshold, and from your heart,
You pull a key of glass, meant just for me.
With love you reach out to me, and turn the key.
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My home,
My prison,
goes from me. I run unto thee, and in each others arms we stand,
singing a joyous melody for all to see.
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Fin