Darkness Passing
Although the darkness casts his pall
On everything that’s good and true,
A time will come when he won’t have
This power over you
A day will come when he’ll be gone,
And you won’t have to see his face,
Or fear what he might do to them,
When you are far away
A day will come when they will know
The truth, and see him as he is—
A sick and lonely little man,
More childish than his kids
A day will come when they will choose
The place where they felt loved and safe,
And go where they were listened to,
And held in your embrace.
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