Moonlit Redemption
The great shining beacon of Light.
Reaching out to me in the pitch black night
Guiding. Leading. Forgiving.
Forgiving me for losing my way.
Leading me out of the fray.
The glory of It is second to none
Other than that of the great blazing sun.
I sit, look up, then stare in wonder
My hopes had once been cast asunder.
But with the darkness behind me
I push forward into the Light.
Nothing can stop me
Now that glory's in sight.
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