Sunday, May 20, 2007

my guide

The summer sun strikes
Warm across my cheek
As a voice behind me
Whispers so firm yet so meek

I try to call out
To the voice I’ve heard
But no one answers back
Not even a single word

A single tear
Drops on the floor
As I strengthen myself
To hold back more

But suddenly I see a light
At the end of the road
A light so clear and pure
Turning my surroundings into gold

I slowly walk towards the light
With my hopes held up high
Wishing all my frustrations
Would all just die

And there I was,
With every dream come true
It took me a long time to realize,
All I needed was you…

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