choking on breath and thick stale air

blink back the tears in night times glare

hold my own but need to be held

where strength and softness meet and meld

want your hand to hold mine tight

shield my soul from endless fright

hold me close as eve draws near

and take away that age old fear

grab on strong and yell it away

and wake with me to clear lights day

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