Your wods sparkle up inside of me
when it feels like I'm stuck in a black box
Your words, they light up that pitch dark.
Night sky, dressed in twinkles of the eye
What you see and speak of me
makes withered hopes and dragging days
transform into a beauty, you say my soul's pretty
I'd say they're lies and push you aside
but when you say, girl, pick up your pride,
you brought me to life what had once almost died
because your faith in me is real
that's what my feelings feel
there are no signs saying don't coss that line
for the first time in a long while...
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