Reach for my hand;
I promise not to let go.
Stroll with me along yellow brick roads and strawberry fields.
Let me walk with you near streams and through golden gates,
And I promise to carry you through muddy roads and swamps.
Life may be easier walking alone on a red carpet, but I choose you,
Even if it means stumbling across a back road to heaven-knows-where.
Of course, this isn't all about me. Nor you.
Two minds, two souls praying for the same thing, that's it.
Wanting it, desiring it, imagining it to be real, and it just might come true.
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