I see you

Bleak is the horizon
Darkness in front of me 
Confused by my emotions
And the fear that I live daily

a light breaks in the distance
a small sliver of warmth. 
You walk towards me
And I see you

You save me
I see you
You slay me
I see you
You move me
I see you
You love me

Down a dark street I walk
Not knowing where I’m going
Nor where I came from 
Confused  by time
Turn down an alley
Darkness follows me

a streetlight shines
Lighting the dark
Chasing the shadows away
And I see you again 
You walk towards me 
and take my hand in yours

You know me
I see you 
You hold me
I see you
You love me
I see you 
You found me

Like a miracle told in stories
fairytales come true
You show me the beauty around me
I see the color of the roses
And smell their sweet sweet scent
You point to the sky
I see endless blue Stretching before me 

Gone is the dark horizon
Gone is the fear and confusion
Gone because I now know
Standing side by side next to you 
The fear and the darkness wasn’t the world around me
It was only me.

I see you
You hold my hand
I see you
You love me
I see you
You saved me
I see you
You found me

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