LightHouse and The Light
LightHouse and The Light
I was lost in life many times
As I drifted with the winds
Trying hard to keep my faith
The darkness sometimes wins.
But through the cliffs of sadness
And the sharp rocks of despair,
Prayers found me in the dark
My mother was standing there.
She did not walk on water
But she taught me how to swim,
Her fire burns inside of me
And that flame will never dim.
She turned into an angel
And protects me every night,
God May be my lighthouse
But my mother is the light.
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