our inner children run to those
we trust
to find a place to hide
when the monsters come out and play
their evil little games
but the arms of those we love
are like towers
in the night they are our lighthouses
shining brightly amist the stomy sea
they give us light
they give us love
they set us free
from the bondage
others have wrapped us in
but most importantly
they scare away the monsters
that we didnt even know were there

k.g.

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