How dark the night of doubts and fears
as seen through sorrows' bitter tears
when morning seems light years away
and we crave the warmth and light of day.
How sad the heart that lonely beats
like heavy footsteps on empty streets
when no one seems to know your name,
and every day is just the same.
How sweet the voice of someone dear,
the loving touch of someone near
who takes your hand and leads the way
until you see the light of day.
How fond the memories we share
of those God sends to love and care,
for when hearts beat like fighting rams...
we seek the silence of the lambs.
~ Clay Harrison
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