Half mooned crescents and fully lit stars.
They light up this night sky.
And as we lay under this natural beauty,
You begin to cry and ask me why.
Why do things turn around and go the other way?
And why does God give humans so many wrong things to say?
But lay here with me longer, and I will try to explain.
I will explain that God does not make the wrong words, but He makes the right people for us.
...I will explain that if you give me your hand, I will give you my trust.
Yes, it has been hard.
And these years, they have been long.
But I swear under these stars, if you let me in, I will do my best to say nothing wrong.
You are one in a million, just like these stars above.
You are so very rare, like the feeling of an ideal love.
You have no clue, but you have changed who I am.
You could never ever fathom, but I want to be there more than anyone can.
Don't let anyone tell you you can't turn things around.
Because we're on a train towards the better, and it's future bound.
Hold on tight to the arm I provide, and don't turn around, run away, or hide.
You are love, and I am letting it fill my cup.
You have struggled, now let me be the one to fix you up.
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