By Corey

Though the wail-wind beats hard on the floor
And it weathers; it wears o'er and o'er
While the earthquakes come ever the more
I won't let go

I invite what may try us, to come
Be it trials that conquer the some
Even times whence a blood may run numb
I won't let go

In the days that I've been to and fro
There is one thing that I've come to know
By this blessing in you I've bestowed
That some things... Just aren't worth letting go.
(And I won't let go)

Submitted By alan

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