My bed will find me when it is ready, and rest I will take when it is mine to have; but 'til that time when my work is done I must stand my watch and keep my vigil.


whispers only offer me hope - delicate threads that break too easy; when strength wanes and the light in your eyes has begun to fade, i'll turn to sleep and in our dreams will still remain the light and life that was you   for Christy

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