I crave the sound of your tender voice
to make the world seem right,
the glass always seems half full
as we hold each other tight.
The miles are somewhat a hindrance
to two hearts that crave to feel,
but my sweet love there's God above
that'll help our hearts to deal.
When shadows fall upon your soul
and the world seems so unkind,
clasp your hands, and talk to who understands,
and some relief, my love you'll find.
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