It had to be like this
I had to take, so that you could give
It is you
It is you
The probability.
It had to be you.
You are the one that can feed me
Like a brain starved of oxygen
I will breathe again
I can fit
And it is you that can give to me
Be mine
Be mine
You will be my dawn
I can wake from this slumber
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4106737
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