by Adrienne
Hešs not as strong as he should be;
He cries his fears and turns to me.
I know sometimes he doesnšt sleep all night.
He wanders lonely after dusk,
Searching for his long-lost trust.
I wonder, will his demons come to light?
Visions dance before my eyes
Which I find, to my surprise,
Arenšt what I once believed as right.
At heart, hešs fragile as a child;
His every word is tense but mildä
Is love why I so gladly ease his plight?
