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September 12, 2003

Coat pulled tight,
snow piling up in the corners,
and I'm smiling.
Can't see the path,
don't think I know the way,
but I'm happy.
In a sad way,
I cried about the past,
but know I'm fine.
I look back,
I see your hand stretched
out to me.
I'm still ready,
though I might feel some fear,
never doubt.
I'm lingering here.
I'm waiting here.
I'll be right here.
No matter what else happens.