Words speak to those who are deaf
And since I am no longer deaf,
I cannot hear a thing
You may think I'm alone,
Hanging for my life by a thread
But your only half way right
This time.
I am not alone
And all I need is one thread to pull me up.
He is my thread.
I am his needle,
And together we sew all my wounds.
And he'll keep stitching
until I'm healed
no matter how long it takes.
He'll never give up.
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