Your Guide.

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 23, 2011


If you've danced in too much rain
and your feet are sinking under,
I will reach the sun to bring for you.

If you've turned around too many times
and end up dazed and weaker than before,
I will steady the storm inside, make you calm.

If you've been hit by a dozen ships
and every side of you is dying inside,
I will patch your swollen bullets
until you show a new light.

Just ask me,
I will try and run the distance,
to be your guide.

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