Walking Together-
When you wanted dry land'
I held the water back.
When you wanted carriage,
I carried you on my back.
When you wanted solace,
I let you weep alone.
When you wanted reflection,
I held you as my own.
When you wanted lies,
I had to walk away.
When you wanted to fly,
I was the wind that day.
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