When he comes to me
With a tear in his eyes ,
He lets me dry the tears
He is crying .
I try to find the right words
But I just hold him
And I wait with bated breath
For his smile and everything
Is OK .
In his life and in mine
There will be high skies
But also some low skies .
I will always try to
Keep him flying in a bright
High sky .
By Brock
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