Some people in life bring the fog
The fog that is cold and is grey
That hangs in a mist on your heart
Destroying the light in each day
In brume of bewildering mess
Miasma of misted disarray
The mask on the sun that might shine
And stifle contentment away
But others are sunbeams of glory
That blow all the clouds from the sky
With lightness that is most refreshing
And kindness that helps others fly
Who bring out the best in each person
With wholeness that’s shines from their soul
These sunbeams of life in their fullness
Caressing the world as a whole
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