Out of Place.
You guide your hand,
To trace my face
- A foreigner learning new land.
Out of Time.
A new rhythm to learn.
New passions - "I burn,"
New dreams - "I pine,"
Hope. "I Perish".
We can not falter.
You sail, almost feverish,
along my resistant water.
You've brought life to my cold and lonely heart,
without you, I'd have fallen from the start.
Original by CBC (TM)
Ta-rah!
Love CBC! <3 xxx
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