When I am...
Sometimes when I am
Really down, and nobody
Seems to be my friend
I think of you,
And the gentlest eyes
I’ve ever seen,
The warmest smile,
The most excepting heart
I think of what you mean to me.
And before long…
The skies of living
are clear again
And the sun of hope
Is warm.
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