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Closer came and went in the same breathe

No more time to keep or lose myself in my regret

Like an angel in the night

So softly beating her wings

She came and stole the past away



The understatement of the year

I am happy and so too now control my fear

And so to now control my fear

I must listen to the beat of my own heart



Every morning the fog clings close to the field

And every morning it burns away as the sun reveals herself

As if a second blanket of life

Seeding the first into the sky

She came and stole the present away



The understatement of the day

I am happy and so too now ready to pray

And so to now steady myself to pray

I must listen to the beat of my own heart



Unsubtly the fences stand proud and mean

And in the light of day such a sight is a sight unsettling to see

Like a thief of the sweetest kind

Taking away only her victim’s plight

She came and stole the unpleasant future away



The understatement of the moment

I am happy and so too now able to know it

And so to now be able to know it

I must listen to the beat of my own heart