Picture
If a picture of you I would paint
I'd paint a picture, of a saint
For once you cometh unto my life
You lifted away my guilt and strife
Like a child I never had
I care for you most when you are sad
I want to be the hand to pick you up when you are down
And always be there for you, when there is no one else around
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