Were I a dove in the skies above
You would be the lifting breeze beneath my wings
Raising me up with your wafting love
Be the voice with which the sparrow sings.
Were I the ocean brine
You’d be the waves come crashing
I, the froth, surfacing from behind
Having cleared a safe path in your splashing
You have been my strength, my power
In all I endeavored to do
You have always made sweet the sour
Always given me courage to go and do
From the beginning moment
to the very last
What would I without you
ever do?
Mec
9/26/83
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