guard
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The Mountain tall,
It stands with pride.
It soars with trees upon its side,
A pointing shard,
Her Standing guard.
Waiting there below his Bride.
Let me tell you a story, Fantastic as can be,
It's about a perfect man, He who died on a tree.
It was not a hanging, that's far from true,
It's called a crucifixion, and He died for me and you.
Here, the water
Is no longer.
Here, there are shards of glass.
Here is the forbidden
And untamed land
Everyone seeks and adores.
Here, the land is guarded by glass shards...
No filter?
Why do I need a filter?
I’m pretty in sweats and a tee
With no make up on
And unkempt hair
Five and six, seven, eight
My body’s bruised; it’s getting late
‘Spin’
As the pole falls my smile slips
But on I go, I cannot quit
Step, together, step once more
I have a guard
Obedient and spry.
Whether I want him or not,
Is stuck at my side.
Alert and on point,
Eyes peeled to the brow.
The wind is against me,
And he defends anyhow.
Be my sleeping guard
The soldier of my dreams
Hold me in your arms
Wake me when I scream.
Be my protector of uncontrolled unconscious thoughts
Lead me through these things I've fought
