These deep reflections
And these hard questions
Are the conversations
I treasure and need.
You have given me
This strong rope to hold to
And protected my heart
With walls made by your hands.
With these hands,
You continued to build
A home, a place to stay.
In a watch tower, as a guard,
You've fought nightmares,
You chased demons away.
The lights around your tower
Illuminate all of the blackness.
You've thrown yourself into
The hole to protect me from it.
But there has become a distance,
With you so high in the sky.
You've drifted far from me,
And in your shadow, I hide.
Can't you come down?
Can't you put down your guard?
Let me inside of your tower.
Let down the walls that protect
Not just me from out there,
But you from me.
I need those arms once again.
I need those strong hands.
I need those expressions
And that smile from your eyes.
I need that soft touch again.
That is the truest protection.
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