Closest Thing
All of my trouble
All of my fear
Fades like distant thunder
When you appear
Torn by the weather
Worn like a stone
Days when I step lightly
Are days I'm headed home
Soft as a whisper
Slow as a vine
Closest Thing to heaven
Is when we are entwined
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