She is the Thread
She is the thread,
When I'm lost in my head.
When my brain is on the floor,
When I just cant push anymore,
I look to my side,
It was there as if it would always reside.
I grab the thread off the ground,
And when I do, I hear a faint sound...
Her voice in the dark,
Like an out of sight landmark.
As I follow the thread where it leads,
All my fears give way and recede.
Her voice will help me find the light.
The thread will guide me through the night.
Ill find the path straight back to her,
With this thread and that voice... of this im sure.
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