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Wouldn’t Be
(White)
It becomes hard to defend
The way I've tried to justify
Holding out and holding in.
But, still, I hold my head up high.
It would be my grace to fall
In love with you and your open heart.
But I'm not sure, it's a long, long walk.
Can I hold my head up?
If we could be together, creating love to bring home
The joy in the making wouldn't be so wrong.
How soon can I be ready?
A few years, or minutes more?
There's no time but the present,
That is what our gifts are for.
If we could be together...
How will you know me if I am no longer where I am?
How can you hold me with arms belonging to a changing man?
How will you love me,
Why should we dance
When each road that we have taken
Has narrowed down to one soul's chance?
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