You took my broken heart and made it whole
Took my empty shell, gave it a soul
My life has meaning because of you
You came into my life and made me new
My days are bright, my nights are few
And when they come I know I'll make it through
You fixed my life of broken glass
Took my breath and held it fast
I scoffed at love, called it a lie
Then you came and helped me fly
I was a cynic, a critic, a pessimist
You showed me hope, now I'm an optimist
The restless sea inside is calmed, the wanderer comes home
The road is clear, the sun is high, and now at last I know
What it is like to have someone
To touch
To hold
To laugh with
To cry with
To be home at last
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