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May 2021
From cradle to the grave
I feel like your protector
Like a roof above a house
I won’t let trouble ever effect her
The sadness that wells inside
When you tell me of your simple woes
How I manage to keep my head
God only knows

From the cot to your house
I keep a subconscious eye
Like a psychic bringing foretold futures
I do this to the day I die
Nobody will ever hurt you
While I’m living in my skin
As I tread this strange life path
Your care I will hold therein
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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