A Birdy`s poem

Lights

The strangest night was born

And got carried away on a winter's storm

Resting on the wings of a coast lighthouse

Dressed in all the clothes of the savage waves

I put you to bed in the lamplight glow

Tears dropping on my pillow

Will be your light until the morning comes

Place your hand in mine and I promise to not let go

I will be your eyes, I will be your stars too fickle to guide you home

Racing hearts will show

Brave but unsure of where to go

Strong but afraid of the world unknown

But I will always run

As fast as my body allows me to

Waiting, but rushing to carry you

I will be your light until the morning comes

Place your hand in mine and I won't let go

I will be your eyes, I will be your stars that guide you home

I will be your light until the morning comes

Place your hand in mine and I won't let go

I will be your eyes, that guide you home

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