i cannot carry you for crying
you, the one i might have known
if God had granted me that boon
and now you are so far away
in your broken world
he is young, he is afraid
let him rest, let him be blessed
take from him these keys
he uses to lock himself in
take from him the eyes
that weigh him down with their heavy gaze
take me instead
but take this from him
dear its turned so cold
dear its past your time
the night has gone away
the dawn rises to meet you
no longer lie here against my shoulder
rise to take your day
throw away these old lies
and claim these names that you deserve
leave the bitter root away
and let this light echo ring in your ear
loved and loving
grown and growing
the hope is at hand
and in these hands are hope
dare to dream.
dear one.
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