her wild imagination carried her to places we could only dream of.
she tried her best to take us there,
but our minds could not quite comprehend the beauty she saw...
her face was glowing, the light not her own,
her face was glowing, the light not her own,
and her strength seemed far greater than anything we had seen before.
her innocence was evident; her soul was pure.
her innocence was evident; her soul was pure.
she trusted easily and asked for nothing but love in return..
we begged her to come along with us; she resisted.
she still had fields to run, worlds to see, true love to find and give away.
a few hundred cartwheels and somersaults later,
we begged her to come along with us; she resisted.
she still had fields to run, worlds to see, true love to find and give away.
a few hundred cartwheels and somersaults later,
we wondered if her story would still be the same...
her dreams and plans had not been hindered with loss,
her dreams and plans had not been hindered with loss,
with heartbreak, with unrequited love, with death.. until now.
the colors outside did not appear as lively to her.
the heaviness weighing on her seemed to be pressing her spirit down
the colors outside did not appear as lively to her.
the heaviness weighing on her seemed to be pressing her spirit down
and crushing the pieces of her heart that remained..
once so full, now fragile..
the wholeness of her childhood had seemed to vanish
once so full, now fragile..
the wholeness of her childhood had seemed to vanish
as the wind of change shaped her into someone new.
now uncertain, she longed for her first Love.
she had tasted a sip of earthly love, and it was not nearly as sweet as her First...
He had been the one in her dreams of old,
now uncertain, she longed for her first Love.
she had tasted a sip of earthly love, and it was not nearly as sweet as her First...
He had been the one in her dreams of old,
showing her the beauty within her.
as she ran the fields, she knew His love for her, if described by numbers,
as she ran the fields, she knew His love for her, if described by numbers,
was abundantly more than the blades of grass
that brushed her heels as she skipped on.
His songs to her would be stuck in her head the entire day,
His songs to her would be stuck in her head the entire day,
until inevitably, she would sing them back to Him as an offering..
the world stripped her of the only joy she knew,
the world stripped her of the only joy she knew,
and she was set on winning Him over.
she did not know that her Love had been there through it all.
better than that, He was chasing her..knowing she would remember...
the sense of freedom..
the satisfaction of knowing Love and Love returning the favor..
she did not know that her Love had been there through it all.
better than that, He was chasing her..knowing she would remember...
the sense of freedom..
the satisfaction of knowing Love and Love returning the favor..
and even more.. the feeling of letting her curls down and laughing
as the breeze tickled her face and He refreshed her, more than ever before..
(c) 2008
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