I run into your arms
When all seems lost,
You keep me from harm,
No matter how great the cost.
And when the storm has passed,
And debris is ever scattered,
You are always steadfast,
For I am the one who mattered.
So even when no storm is raging,
I will shelter myself in you;
Because you are here always waiting
And your love for me is true.
4/22/2012
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