And there is rain, a writhing
Sword and immense pain.
I won't inflict it and neither
Will you but our sins will
Catch up that is true.
Will you be a steady
Rock through the storm
When things are not so
Cozy and warm?
Will the tides of chance
Favour us, you ask:
Of course my love,
Now that's a start!
I wished upon a star today
To keep your warmth intact
And our sins at bay.
The Truth is strong,
Justice is near.
May you only be showered
By love and blessings
By those not so and dear.
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