In times of great confusion
When others all have fled
When those you hold the dearest
Are emotionally dead.
There is a kind of solace
To be found in another’s arms
Held tight against attack
As many raise alarms.
The burden is not yours alone
Although the tears fall free
A deep love found within
The power revealed of three.
The desperation gripping you
Infiltrates your mind
Reveling in the tortured cry
As you fight to comfort find.
This story’s end is not in sight
The pain still fresh and new
But you must battle ever on
Destined to see it through.
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