Your eyes concave into tears
They fall sudden and hard
You rush to catch the fears
That you so chillingly guard
Has it occurred in your thoughts
That my hands are strong and open
I am brave enough to hold you
Brave enough to hold the broken
Let me be your support
Your crutch or your prop
I will be there at the bottom rung
And when you finally reach the top
You project a sunny front
But I see the storm you're trapped in
Thousands of words hidden
Beneath the blanket you are wrapped in
When your candle has burnt out
Let me light a match
All the arrows you wish to avoid
I will try my best to catch
I know it's hard to unlock
A heart closed and leaking crime
Know when you need to find a key
I will be there every time
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 9:43 AM UTC
Your eyes concave into tears
They fall sudden and hard
You rush to catch the fears
That you so chillingly guard
Has it occurred in your thoughts
That my hands are strong and open
I am brave enough to hold you
Brave enough to hold the broken
Let me be your support
Your crutch or your prop
I will be there at the bottom rung
And when you finally reach the top
You project a sunny front
But I see the storm you're trapped in
Thousands of words hidden
Beneath the blanket you are wrapped in
When your candle has burnt out
Let me light a match
All the arrows you wish to avoid
I will try my best to catch
I know it's hard to unlock
A heart closed and leaking crime
Know when you need to find a key
I will be there every time
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