Walking on clouds

Tracing our memories in my heart,
Deep ridges, defining our story on its wall,
I walk on clouds singing,
I am blessed to be living
The greatest love of all.
Walk with me this earthly life,
Stay with me unchanged and free,
Holding my hand,
You understand,
The deepest parts of me.
These words can't possibly tell you,
What I hold in my heart,
I could try it in vain,
But I cannot explain,
Why we can't be apart.
So be a part of me, and walk on my clouds,
I'll be a part of you, for all that it means,
Always adoring,
And always protecting
Your freedom, your wants and you dreams.



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