We’re so afraid to love again;
Does that mean we’ll never fly
With wings of gold and hearts so true
To a love that cannot die?

And what if I was born for you,
And you were meant for me;
If our souls only pass and never touch,
How can love ever be?

This fear can only bring us harm
And leave us all alone;
What greater things can I give to you
Than my dreams, my heart, my soul?

 
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