The Shelf
I'm the music and you're the song
You're every breath I take
You're my dream when I'm asleep
And my comfort when I wake
I'm the canvas and you're the brush
So paint me as you will
I'm the words the poet writes
And you, the poet's quill
You're the potter and I'm the clay
So shape with your hands
Without form I surrender all
Mold me to fit your plans
I'm the question and you're the answer
To everything I've known
I'm the shadow following close
You'll never be alone
You're the reason God made smiles
He just couldn't help Himself
He saw the world was sad and lonely
So He took you off the shelf
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