You.
It's you again.
With you soft look
And your gentle touch
You
It's you again
And I'll never tire of
Seeing you.
It was you
Who held me close
To keep away
My demons
It was you
Who led me through the darkness
To the light
That burns from your glass soul
And yes
Yes it was you
Do not deny
What is true
Yes, my dear, it was you
Whom I needed
To tell me
I'm beautiful
And yes
It was you
Who cried tears
Whenever I was blue
And not you
Twas not you
Who pained to see
A stray stick-thin cat
The stump of a tree
Not you
Who was gone
When I needed you
When my past loomed closer than ever
And no, it was not you
It was not you
Who put silver tears
On my lashes
Nor lashes
Upon my back
Upon my shoulders
Nor upon my heart
Upon my past
Instead
It was you
You guide me through the darkness
You hold my hand at night
You whisper gentle words to me
When I am cold and stiff with fright
You sing the softest songs to me
When I'm feeling blue
And darling, don't you know?
It has always been...
Just You.
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