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Sunday, November 18, 2018

The Tower

You call me in your darkest hour
When times are feeling tough
I know I can be more than enough Together we hold the power
Like the seed of some ancient flower
We dangle over the bluff
Ready to fly with just a puff
Off ancient vaulted towers

Without a word you disappear
The tower crumbles and falls
I feel my world explode
Buried in thoughts of sorrow and fear
Waiting, hoping, needing, your calls
Wondering when you'll come down the road

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