Life and death are one thread, same line viewed from two different sides.
The space in between, that's where we are alive.
Midst of All Echoes
To build a haven, bathed in warm sunrise and soft moonlight, Yearning for a place to call our own, Where every corner holds our serenity, Where the walls speak of love, Where the windows invite warmth of sunshine, Where the rooms breathe with our lives' gentle flow, A home, where there's solace in each embrace, A true sanctuary from life's day and night race, With open doors and hearts wide, A heaven where love and grace abide. With resolve as strong as the rising sun, We'll conquer all, till every battle's won, For every hurdle, every tear we shed, Leads us closer to the home we've bled, We are going through, getting through and growing through, Through every struggle, we find our way, Growing stronger, day by day, To keep pressing forward, hand in hand, The better days ahead are our recompense, Where we'll find the peace we've long pursued. I can't wait for the moments yet to come, When I'll hold you close, when day is done, To cradle you in my
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