At night i find myself alone in an empty bed,
eyes closed, awake.
The beauty of our golden thread
tiny and perfect in everyway,
his multicolored eyes help me make it through
even the worst of days
For you alone
I'd lay down my life and die
created in love caught straight from a dream,
plucked from the waters of a heavenly stream
soft and gentle those lovely foot prints that you tread
we'll always be connected by that golden thread
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