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A gentle knock,
A world to crumble,
pain filled words, so softly mumbled,
Loss of hope, deprived of feeling,
Tears held captive, he stares at the ceiling,
Her fingers running through his hair,
His pain and sorrow, she cannot bear,
His tears fall from her gentle eyes,
She hides his truths, tells his lies,  
He tries to hide in her embrace,
Curled up like a child, hiding his face,
She strokes his hair, whispering sweet lies,
Tonight a part of her dies,
She wishes to hold him, make all the bad things go away,
To dry his tears and hold the darkness at bay,
She cries for him, his pain and sorrow,
Whispering sweet nothings, false dreams of tomorrow,
She is helpless to save him, she holds him close,
Unable to help someone she cares for most.