A light at the end of the turnel
A sign at the bend of the cross road
A sigh at the edge of worries
A while awaits the heir of wisdom to bring
A bright brand glimpse to
A highway of hope for
Thine is the hand that keeps me swinging
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Lovely, clear and meaning full. Read mine - Frost Flowers - Adeline