A voice that rose, deep within my heart,
A gentle touch that said "I am here"
I have waited pretty long for that voice,
I have seen pretty much for it to fade.
I saw a rabbit peak out of its burrow,
Wander long enough for it to turn red.
I let the hand raise against me, in anger,
But never did I try to see what it meant.
Paths fade, but memories remain intact,
How much you try, a caring heart I can't create
If its a smile, I can give, or I can fake,
But if its rain, Oceans are better
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