Though the tides may change,
And the winds may blow,
There is always a place to go.
If you’re depressed,
Or sick of your life,
There will always be people,
To get you out of strife.
You will always be loved,
By family and friends,
And things will be alright,
No matter how your story ends.
There will always be love,
There will always be hope,
There will always be friendship,
To make sure you cope.
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Submission Name: Rough Seas
