The Fighter, by lance Subscribe to rss feed for lance

i will stand beside you

weather any storm i promise

we will make it home i

will lend my hands to fight

chase away your fear i won't

let him take you from here

tho i may grow weary and at

times subdued but i won't

let it happen im the comfort

for you...sleep tight and dream

for another day is near

should i hear you crying i'll

come dry your tears.
Posted: 2011-09-07 19:56:21 UTC

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2012-03-24 22:23:37Natural_beauty_Ashe