Sunday, September 23, 2007.

From the morning dew,
To the late night's rain.
Thinking of you, that's my only game.

From fears tonight to the crimson light,
it's losing you that's my greatest fright.

So I'll fight with might through all night long,
crept by the tunes of the lonely song.

Wait for me, as I'll be back.
With your faith still heavy and strong.

A line of promise that I have drawn,
In your heart forever, that's where i belong.

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