When darkness falls,
You are my candlelight.
When rain pours,
You make it all right.
When blizzards erupt,
You clear the sight.
When thunder sounds,
You make skies bright.
You're the distant sunshine,
on a rainy day.
You're the old pine,
that never goes away.
You're the passing time,
which is never grey.
You're the drifting snowflakes,
in a chilling storm.
You're the shining lakes,
that are far from norm.
You're the sudden earthquakes,
that should never form.
With the imperfections,
you become perfect.
With the the lost words,
You see clarity.
with the dimming light,
You shine the way.
With the far distance,
You're always close,
With the breaking heart,
You will heal.
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