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Sunday, 16 September 2012

The Promise


When Life is a tunnel, so twisting, so black
That you can't see your way forward, nor feel your way back
Then just call out to me.
When you stand in such need of a friend
I am the comforting voice in your darkness
The sympathy no words can express
The warm glow around you when misfortune strikes cold
The shoulder to lean on, the hand stretched out to hold.
Whatever your need is, then that will I be
Until you walk forth in the light at the end.

Author unknown

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