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If I Jump

If I jump, who will catch me
And why were they there I ask
As I fell I saw below, the stream
Walking towards the cliff I see
Bushes green and willow trees
Falling into your arms of hope
You caught me dear, thank you
Falling towards the stream
I rush faster and faster to ground
Seeing only an image of hope
In your arms the image of hope
Sitting on the edge once, I was
Cuddled in your arms I am now
You caught me dear, when I jumped

Brett Lavoie


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