Someone

July 21, 2021 Harold Tor

Someone

Someone who holds my hand
As we roam the land
Someone who feels my pain
Someone who calls my name
Someone who lifts me up
When life has cut me up
Someone who sees my soul
Beneath these bullet holes
Someone who lights my day
By only kindnesses say
Someone who hears my words
And knows the inner works
Someone who thinks me great
For all that I create
Someone who doesn’t mind
The utter deformities he’ll find.

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