Circle
Find me low or find me high I’m in the middle wanting to hide.
My eyes are closed yet my mind swirls on, I seem to be searching but never to find.
As I reach out my hand I do find many, many friends of mine.
One by one the circle begins, holding hands till the very end.
With my eyes wide open I search no more, my hiding place has been found.
What I was seeking I now find, it was always by my side. A circle of friends is what I have, a circle of friends is what I need.
I keep my circle close to me and soon I begin to see, they are the best part of me.
Thank you circle, you will never know how you have helped my wondering soul.
Copyright © Barb Wiste | Year Posted 2012
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