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Jan 2015
But when I find you,
I only pry I won't be too late
You'll be angry, distant, and upset.
You'll be broken, confused, and seared
but through it all, I hope you never forget.

My Promise.
To You.
And what I am willing to do.

So on your road to recovery
please hit me, scream and shout,
do what you will, as you need to to me.
So on your road to recovery.

Use, me abuse me, break me
take me, and leave me.
As you see fit.
Silent, strong, and still I shall stand,
because to you, anything I will admit.

For both of us.
I only wish you well,
because God knows how you alone
survived through that hell.
Please stay strong.

And alive.

Please hold out
just a while longer
please don't let go
be brave:
For I'll bring heaven's own angels,
and from them we will
unleash our hell
when we arrive.

Stand strong,
stand fast
I come running now,
oh friend of my past.

Freeing you, breaking me,
I will not rest, until you are free.
Freeing you, you shall be.
For home, and family, you shall see.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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