When sorrows assail you like a troubled sea,
just take my hand and walk with me.
In the barren desert alone and in pain,
drink of my love like the kiss of the rain.
When the winter chill cuts through to the bone,
curl up in my heart, its your warm soft home.
Though we're miles apart, I want you to know,
my heart is there with you, wherever you go.
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