October skies
Early morning breeze
The leaves whistle in the wind
The heat has passed
The monsoon rains have left their mark
Green leaf cover everywhere
How I love a new season
To leave the past behind
Move on to a new day
As I open this door
I hear the whispers of hope calling my name
With a true and noble voice
I hear once again
You are mine
I am yours
Look out toward the horizon
Wait for me
For surely I will come
As you wait for me
You will feel me drawing near
You will know that
I am
here.
Early morning breeze
The leaves whistle in the wind
The heat has passed
The monsoon rains have left their mark
Green leaf cover everywhere
How I love a new season
To leave the past behind
Move on to a new day
As I open this door
I hear the whispers of hope calling my name
With a true and noble voice
I hear once again
You are mine
I am yours
Look out toward the horizon
Wait for me
For surely I will come
As you wait for me
You will feel me drawing near
You will know that
I am
here.
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