I trace the outline of love with your hand:
A feeling that can come in many forms;
Someone strong as rock simply turned to sand,
A new protection from the passing storms;
Blind can see, speechless can talk, deaf can hear;
You can hear beauty and see others' dreams,
There is no longer anything to fear:
A worry's not as scary as it seems;
Your questions finally will have answers,
The clouds will start to look like clearer shapes;
Your steps will be as light as a dancer's;
All of your challenges will have escapes,
Creating something that's not really there,
There's always some kind of love in the air.