When I think about the months that passed
And the wave of change that sacked all we know
While there’s a quiet void
At the same time, I can’t keep out the noise
But the dawn gives hope
And the waxing moonlight listens to all our woes
The rain washes fears
And the melody of nightfall consoles the weary
Above all are all those dearest
Who make time to talk
Who send some care
Who remain present
Who sit in your thoughts
Who hold your heart
Without them, would these times still make sense?
I think not

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