A Guiding Hand

Tenderly, she leads you up and over
swells of great emotive energy
where at the peaks
delight is plain to see
but then the hidden valleys
must be tread
for they must reach another peak
this time together

but oh, the shadows swell
within these vales of sorrow
and pain can pierce, too often real
as they are made to feel
their way through gloominess
yet they musn't miss a single thing
for love is born in unity of all
and this time wisdom took the lead

Look there! a sunlit glade abides
just beyond those trees of alibis
She takes you by the hand
and turns your way
wishing that the two of you
might simply rest together
there beside the flowing stream
where shades of dreams are born . . .


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