Let Your Heart Be the Guide
The dew falls as the sun begins to rise
Tears gather as the heart begins its cries
The night lifts as he softly wipes her eyes
It wouldn't work no matter how he tried
Salty sweet tears and floor collide
The puddle forming is causing him to divide
Should he act now or his time bide
She said let your heart be the guide
So he softly whispers be my bride
In the world just you, me, sun, and seaside
Copyright © Free Byrd | Year Posted 2013
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