Alone He stands,
Not far from where I lay,
A giant of sorts,
But comfort He may,
Very straightforward He is,
Tells you the truth; no lies,
But there He stands,
Far away from my hands,
A protector if you may,
But let me tell you the truth,
He is a tender, falling fruit,
And that's where my happiness lies.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
Alone He stands,
Not far from where I lay,
A giant of sorts,
But comfort He may,
Very straightforward He is,
Tells you the truth; no lies,
But there He stands,
Far away from my hands,
A protector if you may,
But let me tell you the truth,
He is a tender, falling fruit,
And that's where my happiness lies.