Nothing is going to harm you, not while I am around
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Have you ever seen the rain come down?
Those days where the grey is less white than the pain,
Desolated days where the chains hold you at bay, yet the wind ceases to balm
Where the space at the night, the margin to think, the sorrow at dawn;
Excuse you to blink.
Yes, those.
I will protect you from those.
Nothing is going to hurt you, not while I'm around.
Do you want to see the red become white, while the white remains white?
Where the sweet blade surpasses the softness of the flesh and life sighs at it with despair.
Where the silence prevails at the comfort of your room, yet the ruby proposes a change
to the end. Why?
Why would you end where beginning could mend what has kept you bitter.
What is your fear when the soft hiss of the dark surpasses the soft moans of destruction?
You are not alone.
Nothing is going to hurt you, not while I'm around.
Are they the shadows? Is it the guilt?
Is it the constant harass from the blues singing wick?
From the tip of your toes to the height of your head,
have you seen the creation that you've had until then?
There is nothing alike in this world if you assume. What will you do?
Is it someone who has kept you right there?
Now know that this isn't fair.
Now know that while you are there and I am here, you have nothing to concern.
Now know that there is still someone;
Someone willing to taste the rubies;
Someone willing to feel the craters;
Someone willing to fear the reaper.
For you.
No one's going to hurt you, not while I am around.