IVLost in a dark and foreign place until a hero with your face
came and brought me safe to home.
For so long I dared not roam for when I did, the hand of fate shut me in endless dark, to wait. Lost in a sad and lonely place until another, with that face looked at me and woke my soul,
healed my mind and made me whole.
Now if I could but do the same
for you and share your love and name. Lost in a night of freezing heat
I never dared to dream I’d meet the man who wore my hero’s face, the only one who held that place.
The voice, the arms, the strength I knew. Who could it be, Dear Love, but you?
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