We search for solace
All around we look
For a glimpse of beauty
of sunlight after the rain
of lighting amidst the storm
we search and go beyond
just for a little piece of life
that is no longer wrong
that can even smell like paradise
but we never find something
that stays engraved and lingers
not like the torns in roses
but their softness that hinders
the hardness of the stingers
and mellows the heart
and kisses gently the skin
yes we look all over
for that one thing
that doesn't wilt in blame
and plays no game
when it comes to win it all
someone that can say
I'm here, it's going to be okay
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