You held my hand, taught me to stand,
With silent love, a guiding hand.
Now I look up, and call your name —
But stars just shine… they’re not the same.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 2:28 AM UTC
You held my hand, taught me to stand,
With silent love, a guiding hand.
Now I look up, and call your name —
But stars just shine… they’re not the same.
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