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About a relationship. |
There was a time when I held his hand Deepening wrinkles crossed his shroud Once happy face turned down at me As the sun dims behind a cloud. Alone I sighed at our connection Like a dog waiting for command But none such loving treat he threw At the child that held his hand. What a tower that shielded me back then A rocky place where I could run But hard as stone he proved to be To his doting second son. He had all the answers it seemed As the years and times went by But his strong tower disappeared On the day I saw him cry. Then his bird, she flew away Never to return His teeth he gnashed toward the beast But still his heart, it burned. That heart so bright now ashen came As time and tears ran by His stars they fell like Heaven’s sons His points they left his sky. With heart as black as sorrow’s soul He tried to soldier on And lick his wounds for pity’s sake Since all his hope was gone. Then the time for holding hands And other childhood things Fell victim to the birdie’s flight His hatred burned my wings. Now the hand that holds my own Looks up to me each day With trusting light and loving gaze For me to lead his way. That ashen hurt and fiery things For him will never be Since darkened times and loneliness I absorbed in me. I hold his heart and hand in mine Determination steeling For with his trust and faith in me He brought about my healing. |