Footsteps on woodchips break silence
And leave silence behind as they reach the dining hall doorway
All they could ask for was a rest from the busiest of days
Are you as thankful as I that feet get to rest
While a heart’s overflow spills from our tongues
It seems on these nights that hot chocolate keeps us alive
And I want you to be right here with me
Warming me, stirring me, setting me free
And it’s heaven to think that the overflow of your heart
Belonged to me
-Zach
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