William Paul Young. Hut (№ 175164)

Breath on me breathe,
So I can breathe... and live
To her bosom pressed, warm
And force forbid my dream is to enter.
And in the gentle sighing of the wind
You and I become we,
Dancing between the gravestones,
In the light leaving the darkness.
Living can not
Learn a simple answer.
Only One
Who gives life,
Whose exhalation protects the heart from harm.
And in the gentle sighing of the wind,
You and I become we,
Dancing between the gravestones,
In the light leaving the darkness.