Womb less young, no more forever shy
The darkness comes I wish you could relate
Some how
This light of mine it will forever shine, it will forever shine
this love comes through this life I see,
My heart bleeds dry,
forever more my light shines bright my light shines bright
I wish we could stay side by side
No pain no more this love wont die
Cause I love you
yes I’m shedding tears
no pain no more
You’ll be forever mine
Forever Mine
Don’t cry this love we carry will never die, cause deep in side you light a fire that can be seen through a clouded sky
And this time won’t fade cause in my eyes we fly cause you will be forever mine.
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