When we started out
we were all over each other
but the sound of panic
reaching over us
like a tent
you kept us in
plans to find her
amounted to nought
What a poor sad soul
saved and brought to safety
but not without injury
Kept at an arms length
for too long you said
I was too close
but you were to far away
out of fear
led astray
But in the end
never too far
from his love
a father from above
sent to soothe
your loving arms
no need for weapons
no want for alms
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