Etched upon my eyelids is a face.
Never from another have I been so inspired
Words burn inside as she kindles my fire
Little does she realize the effect she has on me
Her helping hand has saved me from the roaring blackened sea
If only she knew just what she meant, maybe she'd awaken
Until that day I'll close my eyes, living life forsaken
And some may say, "She'll never love."
While inside, I hope they're wrong
But if they're right then maybe
I should be singing a different song
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