When I reach across the ocean of fear,
will you be there?
When I drown in the quicksand of doubt,
will you be there?
When I wonder through the maze of confusion,
will you be there?
When I hide under the covers of sadness,
will you be there?
When I stand tall on the mountain of triumph,
will you be there?
When I lose all senses to the intoxication of joy,
will you be there?
When I trust my heart and soul in your hands,
will you be there?
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