Hoping

Nice voice swaying in the sound of waves,Caring for the people who are ashamed,Hoping for that one who’s brave,Providing the strength that will heal me,giving me the hope of shielding me,covering all the wounds in me,and helping me see all the wrongs. In the sound of the waves with the mixture of my voice,I'm helping people make the right choice.When will I be carried away by a brave and helping mate? 

 

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