Sing   me   a   song

By Aisha10

Ayden smiled at me and nodded. He picked up the acoustic guitar and started singing and playing. These broken hands of mine by Joe Brooks, I knew that song by heart. It was beautiful after all.

Take a breath, I close my eyes

I am lost but try to find

What it is in this life that gives me strength enough

To fight for something more

Well, God knows my feet are aching

And I've got mountains ahead to climb

One way at a time I'll try to lend these broken hands of mine

Give my strength, be my light

One way at a time these walls will fall and fill our empty souls

Give me strength; help me guide these broken hands of mine

The sky is grey, it clouds your world

Clear the air, child, break the mold

I find a place in your heart

To build a shelter from this cold and winding road

Well, God knows you're barely standing

But you've got to carry this heavy load

One way at a time I'll try to lend these broken hands of mine

Give my strength, be my light

One way at a time the peace will grow and fill our empty souls

Give me strength; help me guide these broken hands of mine

Oh, these broken hands of mine

What if there's more

What if there's more

What if there's more than this

What if there's more out there?

One way at a time I'll try to lend these broken hands of mine

Give my strength, be my light

One way at a time the peace will grow and fill our empty souls

Give me strength; help me guide these broken hands of mine

These broken hands of mine

 

All the time that he had been singing, he was staring right into my eyes, as if he was dedicating the song to me, I smile and hug him once he had finished singing, it had been beautiful, I would have sang along but his voice was too beautiful to be interrupted, I didn’t want to stop listening to it, just like when I was little. He chuckled and hugged me back patting my head while smiling, I smiled back. “That was beautiful, Ayden” I said and he kissed my nose.

Thanks, Thea. But I think you’re better at singing” he commented while wrapping his arms around me tighter, I smiled and shook my head. He pouted. “I’m saying the truth, you’re really good at singing, love” he said and I blushed, he had never called me love before, was he messing with me or something? He must have just been trying to make me feel better, or so I thought at least.

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