With gentleness I will seek you
I am coming home at last
I’m done with fields of gray and blue,
and will place them in the past.
I will wipe away your sorrows.
I will take away your fears.
I will pledge you bright tomorrows,
that we’ll spend in all our years.
I will keep you close beside me.
No more battles will I fight.
I will come to you on bended knee,
and hold you through the night.
Everyday we’ll seek life’s treasures.
We’ll find joy as we grow old.
You, my love, will be all pleasure,
till we go home to fields of gold.
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