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 beforeI 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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