UntitledA Poem by Ghost Writer
As he stands,
he stands alone, strength has freed him, all his own. His ties are cut, his hands are free, he shows no fear, as stoic as an angel, he never sheds a tear. While others quiver, chilled to bone, scared to face the world alone, my father stands, Stands alone. © 2010 Ghost Writer |
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