John McClay Biography

Have you heard of the deafening silence?
It rips though your heart
And screams through your mind
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I dream of a secret garden
Filled with roses
And a bench that seats two
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With these hands I will defend you.
With these arms I will hold you.
With this heart I will love you.
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I cannot think
I cannot breathe
Your arms are so warm
It amazes me
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On one beautiful day
I wished upon a star
In hopes that my feelings
Would travel quite far
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