When all seems bleak,
And storm clouds threaten to leak,
There's bound to be that break in the mass of grey,
Where beams break through and respite to find you may,
A calm assurance that Someone's in control of it all,
A peace indescribable - never need you appall
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near though it seems so very far
So, this is for you. Smile :)
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