Confide In Me

Confide In Me short poem

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When there is storm, confide in me.
I shall save you from harm’s way!
Oh Lord! Where is the ray, the ray of hope!
That way, the way you haven’t looked yet.

Am the only child shackled in suffering?
No! But you are the one looking up.
Awaken the spirit in you and help a few.
Halo will follow you as you are mine too!

Together we may survive in the hearts a little longer.
Together we may bring the light upon darkness.
Save the dying souls and save the humane.
Let the gift be spread into the world.

Look at the universe it throws the dice
and you are the outcome of the choices.
Wish for the things that are immortal
and live past the caress of death.

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