Are many my son
Tread with care
Lest your feet do wear
I hold your hand
And hold you back
Lest you should see
What your durst not
A thousand miles
My path takes me
I laugh to scorn
A thousand things
And yet your face
Shines into my dreams
And all my waking
Regret filled hours
The dirt on my fingers
Cannot be washed away
By a simple kiss
From a You Who Care
But I'll bear it in mind
When I come back for you
Just to see you smile
And accept my apology
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