Be There

You know what I need? as these days turn to nights no one here to comfort me.  Who is going to be there when I fall?

We are a little too broken, maybe more so at times. As light turns black we know who we truly are. We can escape from everything but not from ourselves.

 

We all wonder when our hair turns grey and our bodies break down, who will be there?

We are a little too broken, maybe more so at times. As light turns black we know who we truly are. We can escape from everything but not from ourselves.

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