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