The Rock We Rest Upon

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It's the safe haven from the storm

always there and relied upon

Wandered away from

but always returned to.

Constant, like clockwork

No need to wind it up

to make it work.

It's perfectly timed.

Invisible, like air

no strings to hold on to

but it's still there

Making you weightless

Keeping feet on the ground

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