June 11, 2011
You don't let go easily.
No, you hold onto me tight.
And it's just what I need.
To get me through the storm tonight.
Whoa, I don't have to be afraid of the wind.
And that's good to know.
'Cause I've heard it all before.
But I'm walking on water now.
In the midst of a storm.
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