I know of you're struggles, I know of you're pain,
You're days are cloudy, brought with rain.
You're daughter is beautiful brought up with much pride,
She tried the surf and got lost in the tide.
Where she's at there's no light,
Haunted by monster that creep in the night.
I reminisce and see all the tears,
Sometimes it makes me wonder what went wrong through the years.
I know it's hard to see but God is there holding you tight,
Though you may think you are, you're not alone in this fight.
His love is shining through, breaking down the walls,
Wants you to know he's there, he heard the call.
So when you feel lost just look above,
Impossible as it seems he's watching you through a dove.
Stay strong my dear friend,
Use you're faith as strength to take you to the end.
 
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