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Lighter Days

Lighter Days

Underneath a full moon, with your eyes of blue,

You reach out with every tear that falls,

And I would hold you until this desert blooms

If you would hear me call.

The stars shine quietly as you confess

To wandering this wilderness.

The weight you’ve carried slowly descends

As you promise to make amends.

The sky is turning red as darkness fades

Into these lighter days.

It’s been years since I felt your touch

Or lost myself within your love.

—Paul Rondema


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