You mourn and sob
So do I
You look and can not see
i look and see but can not touch
I whimper as your precious tears ashead needlessly
Reaching out I whipe your fears.
Smile my beautiful child and worry not your delicate heart
For I am not far from thee.
No, not far at all.
Feel my hurt, please know there is no reason to bawl
I am so close, if you ran, I could not let you fall
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