Pure and tranquil soul pained by endless strife
Seeking safety from the raging wind’s knife
Bravely pressing on, trapped in a deadly maze
Breaks down unable to raise her fair face
Crying in the night, she fears darkness’s might
Struggling she stands the waves against her plight
By some strange force I hide her from their sight
And shelter her until the sun gave light
Upon this beautiful child I gaze
And promise to journey with her to the place
Where waters are calm and trees sway with grace
Where strife and chaos are never given days
I take her hand as we face the glorious sun
Together we move on until the setting is done.
Philippine Copyright © 2010 by Oscar A. Corpuz, Jr.
All Rights Reserved.
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