These arms to land on

There’s the pain you feel
The hate that you deal
That lies like the dead in your yes
Forgiveness is not what you look for

There’s the self loathing in your eyes
And as you stand by ones side
You wonder what strength there must be
To fight every day- to beat ones self down
When perhaps even the burn of the flame
Is colder
Then your hatred

These arms are not strong
But they could hold on
To you
To you?
In disappear
In tragedy
If ever you needed
You had these
Arms to land on


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