When you take the paint brush and try and paint a new life for me, make sure it does not mix with my old. Because I want the sunset you've given me to stay bright and not mix with my dark skies I've held for so many years before. I want the transition to the morning sky because my night have lost the stars and I can't find my way home anymore. Paint me the sun. Light up my world. I crave the warmth. And I want to find my way home.
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PuisiWe will get through this life by writing all words too afraid to say All written by Caroline Kirkland
