Making Me Real

I've seen your face as an echo in my dreams.
Memories that live in the deepest parts of me.
I know your name as a word I can not sound,
A treasure hidden, but now I've just found.

Your breath is my song, I sing to the dawn.
Your touch is the hope that caries me on.

I've heard your voice as a song in the field,
Calling my name and making me real.
I've felt your touch as a breath in my soul,
Turning my life into a song of hope