

Lost In The MistHe held my handLost In The Mist
As if it were eternity His smile Faded like a memory Rain falls down In a misty haze Allow me to dance This dance with you
Kneeling down At the altar At your feet Kiss the dream Hold me close My God My Own
Keep him in this Misty memory Something deeper Than forever No statue of bronze No fake imagery Just a thought The ultimate devotion
Kneeling down At the sight Of what you mean to me Shrined with love Crowned with roses An thorns My
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However expressive, symbols can never be the things they stand for. —Aldous Huxley
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