His Hand'll Guide, As.. - Poem by Rebecca Navarre
Even though it seems to take forever,
forever inside. To let the pain surrender,
surrender and fly. Into the thunder, into
the night. Into the ocean waves so tender.
That wash away, salty tears from sight.
Under the stark, of the moons light.
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