Not as beautiful as the summer sunsets but crisp with a slight touch of beauty. Aaah Africa you are so beautiful. And I took you by the hand and we stood tall.
And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. Get over your hill and see what you find there, with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair. In the words of Mumford and Sons, Love that will not betray you, dismay or enslave you. It will set you free. Be more like the man you were made to be.
It has been a frosty week and as I look up at the winter sky and know that I am so small. Well I am scared of what is behind and what is before. There is only you to take my hand. And we stood tall.
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