sleeping at last
capture
your words are the blanket that keeps me warm when the night is cold enough to break me it is then that i can trust in celebration of the air we breathe we place all regrets aside to capture this moment is to let go of the last love takes hold how beautiful heaven must be the sand beneath my feet is an echo of your grace it is then that i can trust in you to see beyond beauty skin deep trust in love love takes hold how beautiful heaven must be