Her concrete, standing moral
Everything she tries to hide
Just beneath, like colored coral
I am here to see her
You love and lose
Life is her despair
Everything to choose
The coral needs repair
I am here to mend her
She opens up, to love once lost
And gives up her holy, broken cross
I am here, and I won't leave
Till your lies bid me to cleave
Our bond once shared, now seen as weak in stature
She will heal, don't be scared, I was always here to catch her.
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