And removes all trace of dark yesterdays
I want to be the shirt that touches your back
And covers your heart from cold always
I want to be the shoes upon your feet
That carry you across the endless miles
I want to be the food that fills your belly
And bring you strength to weep and to smile
I want to be the wind that blows through your hair
And cools your fiery frown
I want to be the ground beneath your feet
And support your weight from falling down
I want to be the memory
That brings you back to me.
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