I
I wear my heart as though a crown,
A crown of many sorrows,
Yet it shines as bright as the day I first bore it.
II
It guides my way like an old forgotten friend or memory,
Through the fog of doubt and foreboding
It lights my way like a lighthouse within guiding my true love to me.
III
This love of mine is strong and true,
I know it won’t leave me blue,
Without any follow through
IV
The fated one will come my way,
On the light of a brand new day
That grand old day of destiny
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