Held
Malo, malo, jo’wo maa lo o
Malo, malo, jo’wo maa lo e
There will be no goodbyes in these lines
There will be no goodbyes from these eyes
Just a desire to be held, close and firm
Tide passing.
Standing by the edge of the sand, seeing
He holds her, as she shatters like dust
He holds her, willing her, ‘stay contained’
He holds her, whispering tales
Of nothing meaning everything
He holds her, inviting to ride dream horses
Galloping on lavender clouds
He holds her, bidding her soul be still
Her heart must beat
He holds her, beat her heart on his hand
He holds her, she is held
He holds her, she sighs
He sighs, holding her.
There are no goodbyes in these lines
There are no goodbyes from these eyes
We all live on borrowed time
Tide passing
No one should not be held
Malo, malo, jo’wo maa lo o
Malo, malo, jo’wo maa lo e

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