Painful for some, yet mild for many I've been a girl but never a nanny Wrath is what might a captain say is sin A burning sensation that does not come with gin

A hero's trait, With it, the walk into shadows, Though danger may loom. A bravery of heart and will. I cannot erase fear- I stand by it's side. Do you know what I am in all my might?

Think of the old riddle when you are asked Is your fridge ANSWER. Better catch it!!

I am not a place, yet I take you away, To colors of nights that no longer stay. I soften the past with a golden hue, And make old moments feel fresh and true.

I rise when all seems lost and dim, A quiet light at sorrow’s rim. I have no hands, yet I can guide, Through darkest storms, I will not hide.