Light
I was in a dark room, with no light to be seen
No hands to hold when i become infirm
Then you show up with the light i crave
You save me from darkness and wipe my tears
At last, i saw a light that could save me
I saw a hope that could set me free
You become the light that guided me
The hands that holds me
Copyright © Dorie Badeo | Year Posted 2017
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