United States
27° 30' 50.6376" N, 81° 31' 36.2208" W

I'll hold you still, even still
So trust me and this bridge we've built
Made of wood and stones we haven't thrown
I won't cast against you why you have grown
And any time you feel alone, feel free t make my heart your home
Now it's November
And the weather doesn't feel better
I still see you around, trudging around
Eyes kept on the ground and empty hands
My words can't make it through to you
It's been a long time
That my hands have touched this paper
And a pen was held with intent
But you've brought me back home
A place I used to feel unknown


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