Lead me away to where the golden light is streaming
Shafts of brightest colour come cascading down
Take me to forests of purest sunshine beaming
Life and joy and happiness, and hope their shining crown
Show me the places where your broken heart is healing
Drops of sorrow pooling on the weeping forest floor
Tell me the things that your soul cannot help feeling
Your pit of grief is endless, but a caring hand is more
Bring me again to the fields that wave and shimmer
Be not afraid to melt your frozen heart anew
Dark is the night that makes the brightest places glimmer
Take my hand and rise, for I will be here for you.
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