There was a time it seemed as though
My life was tossing to and fro
And I, left with nowhere to go,
Was subject to the sea.
But there, ahead, a beam of light
Peered through the darkness of the night
And granted to me clearer sight
That I might be set free.
I steered a course toward the land
To find a refuge on the sand
And maybe touch the gentle hand
That guided me along.
And when I reached the coast that night,
Upon a hill, the shining light
Was tended by a welcome sight . . .
My friends had led me home.
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