Fill Me Up I stop at the well parched, too week to lift my basket i rest against it. Just a drop of hope renewed to wake me from deep sleep. I have gone grey before my time parched near dust. Here I know no prince charming to wake me up. I need no dare-devil to shake me awake. What I need is to be filled! Filled with love, laughter and life. I need you to pour into me all the good around you that you see touch, taste and feel. Fill me up so I will thirst no more.
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