When the blackest of moods engulfs me,
You lift me out of the darkness.
A beautiful pair of arms
Waiting to show me the light.
When the loneliness in a beautiful fall day overwhelms me,
You lift me up into the trees.
Their ever-changing colors
Reflect your eyes.
When the powers of anger penetrate me,
You lift me out of their clutches.
I watch them suffering down below us
And I feel safe.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC
When the blackest of moods engulfs me,
You lift me out of the darkness.
A beautiful pair of arms
Waiting to show me the light.
When the loneliness in a beautiful fall day overwhelms me,
You lift me up into the trees.
Their ever-changing colors
Reflect your eyes.
When the powers of anger penetrate me,
You lift me out of their clutches.
I watch them suffering down below us
And I feel safe.
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