Blue and bright,
Shining out your heavenly light
Towards all those in need,
All those in pain.
I am lost and wounded,
By things I dare not say,
But when I look up to you,
Everything's okay.
Your silver linings of hope,
Always guide me to righteousness,
Always show me how to deal
With this sinister game called life.
Guide me like the birds you guide,
Showing them the way home,
Pulling them away from their cages
And showing them to the doors of peace.
Guide me, so I can be free,
Free forever.
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PoetryWhen in pain, we all need something to make us feel better, make us feel something, anything at all. When in pain, sometimes, something guides us and takes us somewhere where everything's beautiful and makes us feel like there is no such thing as hu...
