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The years Were cold The winds surrounded you with lonely songs. They told On icy whispers, “Turn away, go home.” (go home) Turn away, go home. No tears, Would fall. The trail of stones thorns you trod so long. Stood tall, With faith that soon someone call you their own. (Their own) Call you their very own. Refrain 1 He was there to meet you, Like the mountains for the sunset. Your glow casting your color And warm upon his face. You called his gaze an angel’s His arm had strength to shield you. A beating heart of power, To meet with each embrace. You cast aside your shield So as the one for whom you waited He might welcome every part of you Into his loving space. The night That fell, Gave way to sorry pleads and crying sobs. No shell To hide or give you cover from the hate.(You) (Were his). And it was far too late. Refrain You fell and hit the hard floor. He’d torn you like a fish net. Your lay so hurt and broken, To ever be the same. Not a thread of courage. No faith to breathe