STUMBLE

a wee poem to sing when you are afraid of the dark

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Tho’ its shadows might crawl
the night will still fall
it will shatter and break into day
cause it has no way of knowing
just where it is going,
with no light to show it the way.

And it’s a curious sound
when it first hits the ground
quite often mistaken for song
For it can only be heard
by a wee little bird
who’ll be singing from that moment on.

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