Breath of Heaven
I look into his eyes, and I see happiness, joy and beauty.
Inside of this boy, I see the troubles, the agony and the dreadful pain.
Hidden in this unique soul, he is whole when she's around.
His touch is pure and innocent,
yet cold and tense.
And the beauty is clouded by the despair of the broken child.
The hurting man, yet is still a small infant.
Burried in fairytales and story books,
Reality is shunned.
Loveless, yet loved.
Through heart and mind,
The man clings on to sound of the voice somewhere deep inside.
From the depths of the darkness,
there is light,
And when there's light, comes an exquisite fire that never burns out.
The fire lights up his world, and brings him hope.
And when she walks around his wary world,
The broken, lost and hurt is healed.
Inside of this boy, I see the troubles, the agony and the dreadful pain.
Hidden in this unique soul, he is whole when she's around.
His touch is pure and innocent,
yet cold and tense.
And the beauty is clouded by the despair of the broken child.
The hurting man, yet is still a small infant.
Burried in fairytales and story books,
Reality is shunned.
Loveless, yet loved.
Through heart and mind,
The man clings on to sound of the voice somewhere deep inside.
From the depths of the darkness,
there is light,
And when there's light, comes an exquisite fire that never burns out.
The fire lights up his world, and brings him hope.
And when she walks around his wary world,
The broken, lost and hurt is healed.
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