The Lights That Will Guide me to the Future
I am stuck on a deserted island,
From my deep slumber I wake,
I see off to the distance, but I see no land.
I start to move out at daybreak,
And I stare down at the necklace around my neck,
I stare at the pendants and begin to ache.
For each pendant I hold and check,
When all are accounted for I am filled with glee,
I then continue along my trek.
Each pendant stands for friends and family,
And each one represents a piece of my heart,
A cross, a rose, two hands, and a skeleton key.
Even though we are far apart,
They give me the strength and courage to conquer any fear,
And they keep me from falling apart.
I can imagine seeing them again and how they cheer,
Just picturing this is enough to bring a tear.
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