For Those Left Behind

This one is for the broken,
For the fallen,
The black sheep,
And the ones who weep
Because they're not good enough
And have a life that's too rough.
For every scar you make,
I will replicate.
Every tear you shed,
Is another cloth turned red.
When you're about to lose it all,
Remember that I'll never let you fall.
When the war changes pace,
I'll stand up to take your place.
When you've lost your way,
I'll keep the monsters at bay.
When you've lost the will to fight,
I'll be there-I'll be your light.

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