Treasure Island

jeanne harmon


I turn to you


When I don’t know where go
And my heart is weary from trying
I turn to you
It seems that you make all my dreams seem true
And you lift me up where I need to be
When ever I’m feeling down you come to me
When ever I’m feeling blue
I turn to you
In times of true despair
I’ll know you’ll always be there
When I don’t know who I am
I turn to you
You remind of myself and I can just be me
When I think of you I just I have to smile
Even if I talk to you for a just awhile
you make everything so clear
You’re so easy to get to so I know you’re near
You make everything feel true
Now it’s time I finally say Thank You

Submitted: Thursday, February 09, 2006

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