Like lost little lights reflected in the morning dew,
I see some salvation shimmer still there for you.
Though it’s hard to see shine after all you went through,
dark nights will not last forever and the sun will renew.
If you still cannot find it, please come hold my hand.
We will walk together through your tired, tortured land.
I have the strength for two and will help you to stand.
We will leave behind barrens and then dance on the sand.
I have walked through the valleys of madness and woe.
Came out the other side and now know which way to go.
So stay next to me and I am sure I’ll eventually show
some path to the highs that will eclipse your low.
When we arrive at last and you find your happy day,
you may find yourself wondering how you can repay.
Just look out for the lost ones who have gone astray
and holding their hands, please guide them this way.
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