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| Careful Guidance, Love and Light I'm going to the barn with hope. Hoping I can ride on big, old Red. I saw my grandpa lead him out, With careful guidance, love and light. I tried to get on that horse, Big Red. Then felt strong hands lift me on. I start to walk onto the ranch, With careful guidance, love and light. One step in front of the other. A soft rhythm in silence. I ride onto the field, With careful guidance, love and light. |
| Wink Dark bright lightening Can be frightening When you're alone at night And you think that you might Be pursued by a tiny man Who lives inside your walls that can Wink to turn you to stone. So you sit, not alone Now. And you think He'll look over. Wink. |