Will you be with me
Somewhere holding my hand
Can you chase your fears away
For a moment
To hold my hands
I'm standing now right at the beginning
Where the world is mocking me
I wrinkle my nose at there suggestions
That I may not be something made
Of ashes and queens
I wait for you ....
To come running
To catch my smile
To hold it safely
Big brown eyes alone
In the dawn
Will you be
My destiny
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