I found a photo in my drawer
I had him there for safe keep
I see he wasn't in the drawer
He was a part of my soul; me
I left home in the early hours
He went with me, both of' em
Tagging along beside my path
I fell and stumbled, to digress
A power swept beneath arms
With wings they held & guided
I stood through the storm upright
Each time the wind tried I stood
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