The Light, 
Lost and now found
There's a beacon I hear, 
Pulling me close, to not fear.
A lily pad my boat, I choose to float. 
Home seems too remote.

I shake awake, rivers & streams are now lakes. 
Have I made a mistake?
The call is strong, am I meant to be here? Am I wrong?
I belong.
The Light
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The Light

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