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Walk me through the park

Through night-time’s velvet cloak

And whisper words near silent

That only we can hear,

I’ll step within your shoe

And neither lead nor follow

But glide as one on air

A cushion for our feet,

Walk me through the trees

Whose branches seek to hold

And mold us to their will

But we shall not succumb,

I’ll wrap my hand in yours

And feel your fingers touch

Somewhere no-one else

Has ever thought to go,

Above the purple sky

A silver moon will watch

And flush the crouching demons

From the violent shadows,

Walk me through the park

To who knows where or cares

As one in two we go

A journey of the soul.