The dreaded souls stream towards the double doors.
In the haze of the morning fog a light began to shine
No one stopped the morning processional to notice.
Only I stepped to the side to investigate the shine.
The light comes closer and closer when I realize
It's coming from you, surrounded by an enchanting glow
For you and I are the only two standing outside the lines
The glow is so warm and comforting just be around it
The experience is something new to my heart and soul
You are the exception to all the others
For they fake the comfort and warmth of the glow.
While you are truly destined to be
The Light Coming Through The Fog
 
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