The clouds always part
the muck gives way, to grass
the cold grey dawn departs
and the sadness, soon will pass
Bring with you, your best defense
and gird your ***** and your breast
no matter how hard it is, or impossibly, immense
in your mind and spirit know, a soul now, at it's best
I'll not fear for you my dear, but I understand the pain
all the fears, and all the trepidations, far and near
taming all the terrors
and removing
all the chains
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
The clouds always part
the muck gives way, to grass
the cold grey dawn departs
and the sadness, soon will pass
Bring with you, your best defense
and gird your ***** and your breast
no matter how hard it is, or impossibly, immense
in your mind and spirit know, a soul now, at it's best
I'll not fear for you my dear, but I understand the pain
all the fears, and all the trepidations, far and near
taming all the terrors
and removing
all the chains
I'd like to say it's always just in your head, but, I'd be wrong :)
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