in a place
that i usually love
hurting
and worrying
about her
knowing
she walks
the path that i did
wobbly and unsure
anger
stands beside her
holding it all in
intolerance
guides her
even while smiling
why can't i be there?
why can't i help
the one that counts?
it isn't fair
it isn't fair
it isn't fair
hold on
i'll be there
as soon as i can
(believe)
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