He makes the sun stand on edge
Jealous of the light he so effortlessly creates
Like a solemn hymn, he puts my mind at ease
Unaware of the quiet he brings to my worries
He fills me with questions
Then nurtures my gladness in the same breath
He heals with soft words
And pursues my all with honest intentions
But, even still, my pace quickens
Because I feel the future in his voice, in his words
And my young eyes close to the rays of security his
existence brings
Yet, as I lie here in the shadows of familiar walls
I reach past what is comfortable
What is programmed by this world
For I know that, above all, my heart is with him
And while I run
I suddenly realize,
that it is to him that my feet propel me
So with this,
I run
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