Shoulders wide
Carrying the untold
Eyes weary and
Bloodshot red
One hand on work
The other on family
Mounting stresses
So many needs to be fed
Vices become
Necessary addictions
As new problems
Pile day after day
I can hear in your voice
The weariness and frustration
and I wish there was
something more I could say
So far away
But i'm always here
You can count on me
To be by your side
My shoulders
May be small
But for you my dear
My arms are open wide
Look up my love
The sky is there
He watches and
Carries your fear
Look around you
Feel the warmth
Of my love and
Remember, I am here
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