The Quiet Man

Walking deep into darkness
There in the shadow of my emptiness
Is a quiet man,
A gentle man,
An angel, it seems; stands before me.
This angel, it seems is watching over me.
And he says . . . take my hand.
I will . . . lead you on.
I will . . . lift you up.
And . . . carry you home.

Wrestling with my desire.
Tainted, broken and tired.
There was no room for him.
I would not let him in.
The quiet man stayed there beside me.
Like an angel guarding over me.
And he says . . . take my hand.
I will . . . lead you on.
I will . . . lift you up.
And . . . carry you home

All my alibis in relentless reprise.
Yet the quiet man reaches inside
Romancing my soul in reckless control
The quiet man enters . . . my life
And I say . . . take my hand.
You can . . . lead me on.
Will you . . . lift me up.
And . . . carry me home.

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