The eternal optimist in me
never dies
Kind of blows my mind
the way she keeps this hope alive
If we made a voodoo doll of you
She'd hold it gently at night
Spooned in the glow of her curves
Tucked in a tender pocket of our heart
She'd give you all the patience
in the world
If would soothe the storm inside
Sing you lullabies
Run fingers through your hair
And tell you to come home
there are no monsters to fear
I hope you let yourself be happy
I hope you dont let her down
Because she burns bright
Like a light house in the night
Her curtain is never drawn
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