NAMESAKE
By Juan Montoya
And I won't be there
when disconsolate
you'll cry
Because
you pinched your hand
or
when playing ball
got hit, hurt
or things don't go so well
Neither will I exult with you in victory
or soothe the agony of your defeats
While others turn and find someone
to share with them their joys
or pains
you'll be alone
I will be gone
By Juan Montoya
And I won't be there
when disconsolate
you'll cry
Because
you pinched your hand
or
when playing ball
got hit, hurt
or things don't go so well
Neither will I exult with you in victory
or soothe the agony of your defeats
While others turn and find someone
to share with them their joys
or pains
you'll be alone
I will be gone
And I won't be there to counsel
and prevent slips
in adolsecent years
that might result on adult tears
bound by grey walls and chains
Arrows that soar
from miles away
unseeing, find me
In sleep, I dream
of shielding you from all
Instead, I lie awake
and feel you from afar.
Arrows that soar
from miles away
unseeing, find me
In sleep, I dream
of shielding you from all
Instead, I lie awake
and feel you from afar.
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