Grey would be the color / If I had a heart
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If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before

I meant it when I said I wouldn't bring it up. This... this is all I have to say. If you're looking for your name now, you'll still have to wait.

I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will

Steel threads. Do you understand that phrase, did I ever explain it? Steel threads - slender, seeming fragile, and when there's only one or two they can be broken... but the more that are woven around you, the more complete my hold, the harder they are to break. Steel threads... a thousand tiny things that give you reason to stay.

If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you

I meant everything I said last night, and everything I've said, everything I'm saying, today. I won't lie to you. I told you trust was a Thing with me - works both ways. I trust you.

From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

You said that you didn't like being mentioned, that it made you feel weird. I tried to cooperate, although I think you'd be surprised how often I still managed to mention you, no names, no descriptions, just thinking of you. Writing you. Missing you.

From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

I'm still here.

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice

Sometimes there isn't a choice. Some things... just happen. Just are. Fighting them is a sure-fire way to make yourself even more miserable, as I'm sure you're discovering. My offer stands, all of it...

Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

...and unfortunately, I think you no longer have a choice as to whether or not you accept. This is one hell of a thread, boyo. I still wonder if that's why you told me. The subconscious is an amazing thing.

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light

I'm not going to let you go, y'know. Never have, never will. *wry grin*

In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

My Hunter.

If it be your will.

...mine.

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