So many miles are worn onto your brow
I fail to be the strength your shoulders shed.
All I can do is be a body in your bed.
So many tears I would cry
your arms I could pry to wrap myself in
if only to keep you from the pain you now feel.
And what do I mean to allow your love and your sorrow
to run like a stream
down my spine
and seep into my heart?
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