After every sunset I awake
To catch His light for your sake
Bruised and beaten, I follow
Swallowing night's sorrow

 

I pull the tears of the world
And lift your oceans swirled
Peeling the high tide away
Saying, Look up, look, here's the way

So when it is night
And there's none other in sight
Than my reflection of light
Remember I will make it alright

-- By Hilary Scheppers (Los Angeles, US)

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