With every season that comes and goes

Devoid of happiness and sorrows

Under the bright sun or dark clouds

There’s either blinding light

Or depressing shadows

Familiar are all the roads,

Nothing comes and goes

But here you are,

A raven among the crows

A hope amidst helpless souls

Enlightening is your call

Take me home,

Break my fall

As all the paths lead to you

Bleeding and hurt, I pass right through

You plucked out the thorns,

O yes, it’s true

I know now, that you’re the cure

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