Thursday, August 9, 2007

Gift - Elizabeth Tryon

People have ways that they want us to be
So I learned to play my role
Known them for years, but they still don't know me
That's just how the story goes

But there's more to life than to simply get by in disguise,
You help me take courage, step out of the shadows, and live my life

When you're lifting me up with rain on my face,
When you're holding me close; when your lips I taste,
When we both are alone; when you're holding my hand,
That's when you set me free to be who I am

Yours is a gift I can finally trust
With you I don't have to pretend
Being myself now if finally enough
And you're my best friend

When you're lifting me up with rain on my face,
When you're holding me close; when your lips I taste,
When we both are alone; when you're holding my hand,
That's when you set me free to be who I am

When the whole cruel world comes knocking,
It can't touch my peace inside.
Your love's always there within me,
It's forever mine.

When you're lifting me up with rain on my face
When you're holding me close; when your lips I taste,
When we both are alone; when you're holding my hand,
That's when you set me free to be who I am

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