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For the woman Standing in the rain The cold, and the darkness: Come in. Let your bags at the door Strip off the shoes You have used to tread the graveled road. The rain still slips down your face like tears, I sense a tremble in your voice like fears, Not yet expressed. You stand at the mirror And see yourself strangely You see the dirt Speckled on your socks Yet, I see the beauty Speckled on your cheeks Your glasses, I see Broken, cracked and bent Let me hold them, Mend them And give you perspective Your heart, I feel Broken, tired and spent Let me stir it And open it once more To the love that stands knocking For the woman Standing in the rain Come in, and rest This is your safe haven.
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Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
Safe Haven
For the woman Standing in the rain The cold, and the darkness: Come in. Let your bags at the door Strip off the shoes You have used to tread the graveled road. The rain still slips down your face like tears, I sense a tremble in your voice like fears, Not yet expressed. You stand at the mirror And see yourself strangely You see the dirt Speckled on your socks Yet, I see the beauty Speckled on your cheeks Your glasses, I see Broken, cracked and bent Let me hold them, Mend them And give you perspective Your heart, I feel Broken, tired and spent Let me stir it And open it once more To the love that stands knocking For the woman Standing in the rain Come in, and rest This is your safe haven.
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Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
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