Thursday, October 6, 2022


 

When moonlight calls

I’ll be there

When the rain falls

I’ll be there

 

It’s not my duty, it’s my goal

It’s not my fault, it’s in my soul

 

Distance is no longer

I’ll hold your hand this time 

much stronger

 

Bear with me my friend

It’s tough to speak

I won’t pretend

 

Waiting is where were at

It harbors us

So, don’t you fret

 

I’ll be there

When the light shines through

I’ll be there

Always beside you

 

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