{February 23, 2012}   *~Cradle Me~*

Hold me high above
Show me what it’s like to be number one
I’ve put myself last for far too long
I desperately want to feel loved
I’m tired of being strong
My knees are growing weak
My voice cracks when I try to speak
I need protective arms to hold me
Someone to shield me from the rain
Gently cradle my pain
And take it all away
I want to look into someone’s eyes
And drift into a paradise
Tell me no lies
Smother me with the truth
Pave the future roads smooth
Fly me past the stars and to the moon
Put me on a pedestal high above
Make me your number one
And show me the power of love…

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