Christian (Page 3)

Wild flowers on a hillside, beside a group of grass and tree covered hills. A gray-green mountain range, with a full rainbow rises into the distance at sunrise. Yeah, I know, it's a bit much.

For you
I would hang the stars in the sky
and make the moon to shine at night
On a warm Summer’s day
I’d give you a breeze soft and sweet

For you
I’d make blue skies above
and soft cool grass below
I’d make light Spring showers
that set the fields aglow

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A tree-lined fork in a forest road, a well-worn two-track path curves off to the left, and another grassy, semi-overgrown two-track path is visible straight ahead.

When I can’t decide,
which path to take.
All hope seems gone,
I’ve lost my way.

Like the morning sun,
shining through the trees,
I still can see,
your love for me.

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A fog-covered, back-lit Medieval battle scene, in silhouette, with cavalry and infantry.

Long after the war has ended,
it rages in our hearts.
Continually choosing sides,
is driving us apart.
Finding some small difference,
separates the two.
In the war of us and them,
it’s time for us to choose.

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A woman and a man, wearing lightweight robes, reach out to take each other's hands.

I saw what you did.
I heard what you said.
I was there.
You can tell me anything.

I know how it hurt.
I know how you felt.
Let it go.
You can tell me anything.

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A woman stands on a long, wooden dock that stretches out into the distance. She is wearing a lightweight, ivory-colored jacket, striped stockings, and a pair of Converse Chuck Taylor, All Star, high-top sneakers. With both hands, she holds an old suitcase in front of her. It is made of light brown leather, is water-stained, and has a handful of torn and worn out pieces of travel stickers stuck to its front. One of the matching, leather securing straps is missing.

I started looking deep inside.
Finding ways to let down my guard
and be true to who I am
instead of running and hiding from myself.

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