Sam Speirs Poems

I will call you, when you don’t expect it
I will be there, whenever you ask
I will stand up for you, to my friends or to the world
I will hold your hand, and lend my coat when you’re cold
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Sometimes I’d rather disappear
Cease to be and to escape here
Leave pain and past to cross
From my heart and then be lost
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Here I stand upon the brink
Biting broken nails
If I stand to long and think
The last ship will set sail
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