If love could be imagined,/one of never-ending Grace./ Not of fairytales, or nursery rhymes/But just a loving face.
A hand to hold, to walk in stride/With understanding to be shared/That will set me free of all my fears/to which nothing is compared.
If this love could truly be/I’d call on it in every dream/ Wish upon it on every Star/And fountains near and far.
If I thought that it could be/ I’d summon it in fright/ Because for lack of dreaming/ I’m in need of it tonight.
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