Straws

Mags Alden on Aug 28, 2010

Sometimes grasping at straws is the only thing left for us to do.

When I can’t see the light
You are carrying me.
When I can’t see the light
You are carrying me.

When I’m grasping at straws
You promise never to leave.
When I’m grasping at straws
You promise never to leave.

Give my dreams your breath.
Restore them to life.
So I can hang on
When I do not see the light.

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Ethics0006 on Aug 28, 2010
Impressive Poem
Darrell W Penner on Aug 28, 2010
This is one of your great ones Mags. I love how it flows together. Of course I am lucky enough to have heard you sing those words.

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