My hair is pulled back tight,
The wind brushes across my face,
I stare into the night,
I think I hear your voice,
I look into the light,
I know I feel your touch,
I wish upon the star,
The one that’s shinning bright,
To never seen another morn,
Without out youthere in sight,
God please let me find him,
The one whose love I might,
Need and cherish,
‘Or the rest my life.
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