Fear doesn't stop the fallen limbs from trying
to enter the broken wounds of discord
along the sunny Banks of inevitable comfort
It was a healing process for us both
A way to break the cleavage of the dispossessed
But he often lets her dictate his current mood
even though she can offer no solution
to the problems that keep circulating and never die
I held him in my arms and I knew truth
but she can't face tomorrow.
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