i'm getting a little tired of
sitting up after mid-night
too many times the migraines
grinding down the edges of
all patience fear lurking
behind my eyelids dressed in
some heroine's cape thinking
to save those i love as they
stumble along but the small
ones keep me blindly unable
to sleep at night their tiny
souls sometimes screaming so
loud about life and disappointment
about what they want that isn't
a material blessing though they
have been raised on too many things
small hearts want what large one
pine for that love that sees
their beauty and calls out for the dance
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