Follow As I Lead

Whispering in the gentle breeze

you come calling my name.

Weakening me like a disease,

I play your little game.

Pondering if it is okay

to enter where I don’t belong,

you direct to me the way

and plea for me to come along.

As I find my way through,

with your candle burning bright,

you guide me the way – through

the deep, dark, lonely night.

As I approach to the end,

I find we are apart,

and that you send me

further from your heart.

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