It's all too easy to take those we love for granted.
Often, in the hustle and bustle of busy days and hectic lives, we forget just how empty life would be if they weren't in it....
Sometimes in the dark
I can see a tiny spark
They call it hope.
It gathers up the senses
And sometimes recompenses
For the endless hours I've worried on my own.
I should have known
That through all the gloomy days
I spent within a troubled haze
The sun was always there just out of view.
You always knew.
But when you tried to help me out
of all my worries and self doubt
I turned my back and simply walked away
When I have finally avowed
That all the faces in the crowd
Cannot be you
You see me through.
Your love is true.
And no matter where I go or what I do
At times it may appear that we are travelling through hell
But I can stop and look at you
all is well.
© 2016 Jason Endfield
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