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You Come To Me
you come to me
most nights
Fear in your heart
Dark on your mind
your soul is plagued
by the Past
it refuses to leave you
it grabs hold of you
and drags you under
makes you unsure
if you'll make it through
another night
the strength in your mind
might not be enough
but it doesn't have to be
because i am here
right?
yes i am here for you
and yes i want to comfort
and protect
you
but there are some things
we as humans
cannot do
i cannot save you from yourself
nor can you keep the demons
from your heart and
soul
with out the breaking of both of them
(and please don't break your soul
or heart
they are such precious things)
you wish to fight
but can't
and the Darkness threatens
to take you again
but you hold on
another Year
another Month
Week
Day
Night
you struggle and
walk through the
desert of darkness
every d**n day
of this life you claim
is cursed
you live in your own personal
hell
and it kills me
to think there is nothing
i can do
except pray
on the sidelines
pray on the sideline that
you'll make it thought
the Night
i wish
i could be with you
now
and comfort you
but i can't
we are seperated by
land
and time
but i know a One
who transcends both
and he has offered you
His love
but still you walk through
the Desert
and it kills me
that you see the love offered
but you dont take it
or you say
"i don't need this"
or
you ignore the Love placed in your path
i wish i knew
i wish i knew the words
to say that could make this
all okay
but i don't
so hang on
through this next Night
through this Day
Week
Month Year
hang on to
this supposedly cursed Life
and i'll continue
to pray
for this suffering of yours
to cease
and here you are again
you come to me
tonight
with the Darkness on your mind
and the Fear in your heart
i wish i could do more
i wish i could fight your demons
off
but i can't
and it kills me
that they are slowly
killing
you
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