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May 2010
The light has come for me
My lungs fill with Your breath
I dream in colour again
How can this be?
My Turkish prison crumbles

I do not recognize the sun
But it remembers me
I follow Your voice
the binding chains turn to dust
The light has finally come

You take my hand so hard
Your smile dries my tears
My sadness breaks like water on Your rocks
You wash it all away
I am bathed in light

I see Your face
Just as I dreamt it would be
I smell salvation on Your skin
I taste hope on Your lips
I am home, and free at last
Written by
Paul Jackson
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