mistakes and guilt go hand-in-hand;
I'm sure that's something you know well.
You stumble when you walk inside,
and turn your head, and never tell.
I smell the smoke that taints the hair
I kiss goodnight while you're asleep
Though I don't know the weight you bear,
I trust the secrets that you keep.
I cradle you to sleep again,
a broken angel in my hands;
You've grown this strong a bit too fast,
but you deserve a second chance.
I hope you get this chance in dreams,
safely bound by my arms;
I'll guard you with each breath I take,
and keep you far away from harm.
until you wake, and walk away,
I'll be the hero I can't be;
Even if I had the strengh,
you'd never ask so much of me...














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