by Angel1030
My world colliding
There I am hiding
Don't know what to do
wishing to start new
In the crashing waves I see a form
The beacon of my storm
a lighthouse with sturdy walls
friends with hands never letting you fall
Not just one but many family and friends
will be there around rough bends
and dead ends they will love you
but also you there for them to
Always someone's beacon in their storm
In some kind of form
Seeing you through dead ends
Just be there for them to depend
on you
Submission date : 2007-10-27
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