What you do

by Aishite Imasu   Aug 22, 2004


Blinded I am without Sight.
Heart in a bind full of fright.
Tongue is twisted I can't speak.
Muscles failing I feel soo weak.

Head is so full of thoughts and feelings.
Your hands touch me and I being healing.
Your kiss my muscles are renewed.
Your voice my tongue finds its solitude.
Your loving warmth my eyes can open.
Your heart My heart were gunna be alright.

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