Every single time I walk out,

I hear a voice telling me to stay,

Heart turns rose tinted, not blue nor gray,

Every single time I walk out.

I hear a voice telling me to stay,

Eyes hazed by moments passed,

My steps falter on the path so glassed,

I hear a voice telling me to stay.

Eyes hazed by moments passed,

I see swings, flowers, us and grass,

The memory still clear as glass,

Eyes hazed by moments passed.

I see swings, flowers, us and grass,

A tiny house filled with joy and love,

Is now all that my dreams are made of,

I see swings, flowers, us and grass.

A tiny house filled with joy and love,

Is all that I really craved for,

Never thought in you I would find it all,

A tiny house filled with joy and love.

Is all that I really craved for,

Was to mean something to you?

And know that I actually do,

Is all that I really craved for?

Was to mean something to you,

Like sunlight on a winter morning?

God’s love and blessings outpouring,

Was to mean something to you

Like sunlight on a winter morning,

You make me feel warm and new,

But it scares me that one day you’ll be gone too,

Like sunlight on a winter morning.

Every single time I walk out,

I hear a voice telling me to stay,

Heart turns rose tinted, not blue nor gray,

Every single time I walk out.

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Glossary-:

Sojourn: stay somewhere temporarily.