I am your friend,I am your protector.You need not worry ifyou cry,if you scream,if you whisper your troubles to me.I am your companion.Your trusted ally. I will not forsake you,I will not leave you.I will love you til the end of my days.
I don't forget who have wronged me,I don't forget who have wronged you.By your side I will always stand,even when I am no longer able.When age has taken my sight and legs,when what you see next to you trembles and shakes.I will never fail you.I will never leave you alone.I will never leave you cold, I will never leave you hungry.I will never leave you lost.
I am your friend,I am your companion, your loyal soldier til the end.We will cross that bridge and in the middle we shall meet.You will scratch me like before,and for you my tail shall wag.I am your friend,your true companiontil the end.
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Kaitie Lutz
Just a fiction writer, trying to get by in this crazy world.
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