I close my eyes every night
but before I drift to dreams
a face crosses through my mind
could be a million miles away
It seems, the face is fading
hard to hold on to, feels like
I'm grasping at things
A voice, a memory
something kept locked away in my soul
not to be let out,
and never to be told
a secret is what you are to me
whispering in the hallways
lingering in the darkness
every night I say my prayers
believing one day that wish will come true
will that face come home to me
could that face be you?
 
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