The Light

When the land is dark

And all is lost

I strain to see

The light following me

But it is there

And always will be

 

That light shines

So bright, you see

Is hope

It beckons to me

I follow the light

Salavtion guides me

 

Here I stand, so strong today

For the light I followed

I did not question

Do not fear it

Trust it, because someday

The light will save you

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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