Mirrors
The day I left you
we kissed our good-byes
but how I thought your memory would be sharp in my eyes
and oh
How I was wrong
Just like a butterfly with broken wings
I need guided home again
I need your healing heart to touch me
and life me up so I can take flight
I miss you dear
and I really need you here
the way you reflect the son
keeps me warm at night
and please dont forget to hold me tight
I know everything we are doing is for the right
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