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In Every Breath, A Vow

In the quiet of a dream, or the chaos of the day,

There’s a rhythm in my heart that only speaks your name.

I used to seek the world, I used to chase the light,

But then you stole the stars and brought the morning to my night.

I’m lost within your silence, I’m captured by your word,

The sweetest song of love that I have ever heard.

In every fleeting thought, in every glance I steal,

You’re the only thing that’s true, the only thing I feel. 

They say to lose is sorrow, but I’ve found a different grace,

To surrender to this feeling is a win I can’t replace.

If Heaven leaned down low and asked for one desire,

I’d tell them I have everything—you’re the water and the fire.

By the golden sun above, by the silver of the moon,

By the river’s ancient song, I’ll be coming for you soon.

I swear it by the earth, I swear it by my soul,

Without you I am broken, with you I am whole.

In my dreams, in my mind, in the very air I see,

You are the pulse of life, the only world for me.

Now that we are one, why does the distance feel so cold?

Why does a moment’s parting feel like stories left untold?

Let me adorn your brow with the warmth of every kiss,

I’ve searched a thousand lifetimes for a sanctuary like this.

You came to me like spring, a flower to the vine,

Teaching a lonely heart how two souls can entwine.

No more "you and I," just a single flame that glows,

Where the river meets the sea, and the restless spirit knows.

Let’s be the birds that fly where the sky and mountain meet,

Where the honey of the bloom makes the bitter world feel sweet.

High above the clouds, where the shadows fade away,

I’ll be the light that guides you, come whatever may.

Like a shadow to your step, like a whisper to your ear,

I’ll live within your heartbeat so you never have to fear.

(Guitar Solo / Orchestral Swell – Emotional & Soaring)

By the golden sun above, by the silver of the moon,

By the river’s ancient song, I’ll be coming for you soon.

I swear it by the earth, I swear it by my soul,

Without you I am broken, with you I am whole.

In my dreams, in my mind, in the very air I see,

You are the pulse of life, the only world for me.

My life is but the body, and you... you are the breath.

A love that starts in silence and triumphs over death.

Kanasaloo... Manasaloo... (In my dreams... in my mind...)

In every breath, a vow.

Forever starts... right now.

-JAIRAM Kshirasagar 

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