The ones who love you, saw the pain,
When shadows held you in the rain.
They built up walls, a weary shield,
Afraid to see your spirit yield.
They've felt the hurt, the broken trust,
When your bright light turned into dust.
So when you stand, a sober soul,
They watch with fear, a heavy toll.
But time, it heals, and sun will shine,
As you rebuild a life divine.
That pride you held, you let it go,
And understand their sorrow's flow.
They too are healing, day by day,
From hurts that wouldn't go away.
With gentle steps, they'll find their way,
Back to your side, come what may.
Each sober breath, a bridge anew,
To mend the bonds, forever true.
They'll learn to trust, to hope, to see,
Your strength and true recovery.
One day at a time, they draw you near,
Their support dispels every fear.
And love, it blossoms, pure and bright,
Guiding you onward, towards the light.
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