The sun has shone on one more day
and now we move to night times way.
The darkness will soon cloak the land
from ocean waves to desert’s sand
but still my love will hold the light
that guides me through the darkest night.
She’s always there – a gentle rock;
in stormy seas she’s my ship’s dock.
I hope she knows what she has done;
my guiding light, my warming sun.
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