Poetry

Allen
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14 november 2011

Come to me

When troubles make themselves plenty
leaving the cup of your life half empty
when worries themselves number the many
and the bank of your joy reaches its last penny
when you just want a friend to hear
come to me
i'll be that ear
When the walls of your life come crashing down
and the smile of hope is but a frown
when the tears of sorrow dry upon your face
and the comfort you desire vanishes without a trace
when you just want a friend to see
come to me
i'll be that eye
When the loss of hope is too great
and the meaning in life is just an empty plate
when the raging downfall is an endless rain
and the puddles you step in are a stabbing pain
when you just want some shelter from the cold
come to me
i'll be your stronghold!




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