You might not think your strong
But when the light gets dark
And you feel as if your all alone
I want you to know
I will always be there
In the mornings first clouds
And in the whispers of the willows
In the soft pink light that hits your cheeks
And in the dark grain of the maple tree
In the auburn that the leaves will turn
And in the softness of the wet earth
In the crispness of morning dew
And in the drops of crystal snow
In the dandelions growing in the grass
And in the speakings of the gnats
So don't run out, it will be ok
I'll be there, you'll see.
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