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MY PEOPLE, MY COMFORT.
Having you close by is a rare gem,
Holding you dear I feel no shame,
For the present to me is not the same,
As the past that I left behind in the alley.
My ally I pause to take a pause,
Not because the journey is course,
For to me you are all the source,
Breeding my spirit with vigour of course.
Falling is not failing at all,
How steep it is does not matter at all,
For a step unleashed now,
Is worth a leap envisioned later.
Giving in I cannot imagine,
Flagging my arms I dare not,
The battle already began,
And still shall it steal out cowardice away.
© Grassland
Holding you dear I feel no shame,
For the present to me is not the same,
As the past that I left behind in the alley.
My ally I pause to take a pause,
Not because the journey is course,
For to me you are all the source,
Breeding my spirit with vigour of course.
Falling is not failing at all,
How steep it is does not matter at all,
For a step unleashed now,
Is worth a leap envisioned later.
Giving in I cannot imagine,
Flagging my arms I dare not,
The battle already began,
And still shall it steal out cowardice away.
© Grassland
