Poetry

Skylight

When Gloomy Days Hover,
When Bliss Seems Over,
I’ll Battle Your Fight,
I’ll Be Your Skylight.

When the Doors are Shut,
Each Ray of Glow is Cut,
I’ll Battle Your Fight,
I’ll Be Your Skylight.

When Luck Bends in Ark,
When all You See is Dark,
I’ll Battle Your Fight,
I’ll Be Your Skylight.

When Grey Seems Remote,
Even Doves Don’t Seem White,
I’ll Battle Your Fight,
I’ll Be Your Skylight.


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