Is it the dark or the cold
That shivers me
In the corner where I wait
As the night howls a nightmare
And cries that it's also
Feeling the fear
Of unwanted shadows
The gentle warmth of your arms
Wrapped around me like a lullaby
Is where I've felt at home
They became my lighthouse
They were once all I needed to live
But those arms are gone now
I may not be here
When you return
Valerie Masters
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