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Have you ever...

Have you ever…

Sat alone in the darkest hour of the night,

Filled with consuming doubt, waiting for the light?

Have you ever…

Lifted your face up to the falling rain,

Wondered if it would wash away all of your pain?

Have you ever…

Held your hand above the dancing fire,

Watched the flames reaching for you ever higher?

Have you ever…

Held your breath due to utter fear,

Knowing that nowhere would ever be better than right here?

Have you ever…

Looked into the blinding Sun,

Hoping you had the courage not to run?

Have you ever…

Sailed alone, far from any visible shore,

Being tossed about by thunderous waves, with no moor?

Have you ever…

Reached out for a hand that was not there,

Realizing that your lover did not care?

Have you ever…

Stared your fears in the face,

Concluding that you could not stand in this place?

Have you ever…

Been too weary to forever roam,

Finally put down your baggage and said, this place Is home?