When my ship has run it's course,
She steered me back out to the sea,
She wouldn't let me run aground.
I've seen the storms she's met,
I've seen the tears in secret shed.
She saw me as an eagle,
Though I am just a crow.
She saw me as a diamond,
Though I am just a weathered stone.
I'll never know divinity ,
So inadequately I write,
In meter and verse.
She believed in God,
But I believed in her.
"This ain't dying, this is living"
- GC
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