| wow, its been a while. i'm thinking i'll start writing again..........
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| wow, whats this xanga thing again??
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| Your beauty is like the sunrise to me
you break through the night,
through the dark,
and you warm my face.
I wake to find you streaching across the horizon
you steal my thoughts
and fly away
prayers for you start my day.
Just as the sunrise, your beauty is evidence of your trials
the sunrise shines through to give its color
- because of careless men and hard times
filling the air and poluting the mind
with harsh words and lost time.
Just as the sunrise, you shine every morning
filling the horizon with your glory,
for all to see
painting with amber and orange,
pink and purple
fullfilling all that God gives you to be
through the pain that none other can see
There are days when you hide
ducked behind clouds
leaving my thoughts tied
where do you go?
whats on your mind?
Its your right to hide
to duck behind
but give it time
and you will find
that your sunshine cannot be taken
cannot be stolen
yes, this is a gift that can only be
given
As the day goes and you pass over head,
I will wait in the shadows of
ignorant clouds
who do not know what they hide
I will wait.
I will wait for the only thing worth
waiting for .....
worth fighting for .....
..... for you to break the shadows
and warm my face once again.
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Argue for you limitations,
and
sure enough,
they're yours.
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