::: A Shield :::

He walks through the wood
So dark and so cold
Noones around
so he walks alone

The wind blows him round
he rocks to and fro
just might fall down
got nothing to hold

days stretch ahead
like a yawning black hole
stomach feels sick
mouth tastes like coal

trying to find
something to live for
search here then there
can’t find the right door

But when things get tough
I look to the sky
A shield for me
I think I can find

To lift up my head
to hold me up high
You got my back
I know I can fly

Written by: ~ jessemllr

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