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Sighs, frustrations, countless aborted temptations-
To hug, to hold, to laugh, to weep,
To keep your little hands bonded
Kept strong within my keep.
For now forever till death do us part
I hold your innocent shadows close to my heart,
To endure a past that soiled the silk of our ties,
And the present we live all simmered in lies.
Those prayers I chant - my feathers of steel.
With a power to conquer and a power to heal
I stand between my angels and foes
To avert the arrows that leave their ill bows.
Solace is my search, in dreams and in wake
My only egress from a harrowing ache,
And the tiring agony of peering from a distance
Wishing, hoping you would acknowledge my existence.
- Ashes
