I wish you would fight for me.
That you would stand up,
fists ready,
and fight the world.
That you'd keep in mind
my mind, and my dreams.
But you don't...
Can you...please?
I play the part of the elder
in the eyes of a child.
I never wanted to be the leader.
But I long to be led...far away.
I'm chasing dreams and smiles
and song in my heart
that I've lost.
So will you fight for me?
Please?
I'm cold in this endless
undying night time
and I need rescued.
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