In our life of many troubles,, There is a light that shines. Warning us of danger,, On the path on which, we stride. It shines oh so brightly,, To warn us of its way. Sending out its beacon,, To help us find our way,, But should we not take notice, Of that little burning light. There is a heavy toll to pay, When we lose our guiding sight As we toil through endless storms,, lost dreams held so dear. Let not our minds grow fogged or lost,, When shadows draw too near. In our life of many troubles,, lost dreams we hold so dear. Let not our minds, get fogged or lost,, Through the storms of every day.. [Andy.B] [20.01.002]
