Where the moonlight hits the waters edge
Where the trees are always green
By the bench that we would sit on
I can promise you, thats where Ill be.
When you think that Im above the sky,
Walking through Heavens door
It doesnt matter where Im really at;
Ill be near you, thats for sure.
And when you cry for shattered dreams
And when death is at your wake
I will help you through the hard times,
Your hand in mine I shall forever take.
So whether its sea
Or land
Or space standing in between
Right next to you-
I assure you-
That that is always where Ill be.
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Poem, poems, and.... did I mention poems?
A collecction (if you wanna call it that) of poems I have written...