Your voice begs my soul to climb,
Challenges me and draws me to my core,
Helps me feel the soil under my feet,
Helps me find meaning in the vast landscape.
Sometimes, on a dark enough night,
Even scraps of love are plenty,
Can pull me through until morning,
Can wear away my edges.
Can stop the pain.
When I've lost my way,
You paint my soul with normalcy,
Clean anxiety from my face,
Put me in a church dress.
I set my sights on happiness
I can sleep. And I do smile.
I do smile.
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