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You didn't come into my life without a reason,

On a hidden turn, a divine blessing.

You are a silent attempt, I feel it in my soul,

To close a story, from another era.

This meeting is not a random moment,

But a promise hidden in my gaze and your silence.

You are the echo, from a life that was lost (that was lost),

The piece my heart has found again (found again).

When I look at you, my soul recognizes,

Someone of its own who now begins (to live).

You are not a stranger, you are the deepest truth,

An answer to years, an ignored prayer.

Perhaps once our hands parted hastily,

Not because we wanted to, but because it was written.

And now that touch, the lost breath,

Return to the present, within your own momentum.

An incomplete contact, a desire that speaks,

And the allure of the old, with a new fire.

You are the echo, from a life that was lost (that was lost),

The piece my heart has found again (found again).

When I look at you, my soul recognizes,

Someone of its own who now begins (to live).

You are not a stranger, you are the deepest truth,

An answer to years, an ignored prayer.

Your arrival, this nod from God,

Means something, in the middle of nowhere and everywhere.

And my great hope, is written again:

Maybe this time, our hands will remain joined...

...forever.

[Outro] (Whispered)

This is the wish...

Our hands to remain... forever.