He ventured outside.
His duty called.
I am left behind.
Hoping he doesn’t fall.
My joy will be
When he returns
Cold but safe
And I can see his face again.
He ventured outside.
His duty called.
I am left behind.
Hoping he doesn’t fall.
My joy will be
When he returns
Cold but safe
And I can see his face again.
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