A Glass Wall

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Your hands, I want to hold them.

Your lips, I want to kiss.

I want you to hold me close, 

And never let me go.

I so long for someone to 

love me unconditionally,

But I'm afraid it's just me against the world.

But you may just be the only one who's not,

Except you still are.

Because there's a glass wall,

Separating me and you,

By God's grace.


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