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Stop there, my love,
It has been too long
For you to continue running
Against the storm. Let me hold you,
I'll let you cry.
When you are playing the game of
Tug-of-war with the new found reality;
Fighting the tears and apologising
In your head, let me hold you ,
I'll let you cry.
If the boots of burden have
Trampled upon your face,
I want to kiss your wounds,
Let me hold you,
I'll let you cry.
Please, my love, may I cast away
Your fears to the blackest sky.
I can't solve the world, but I can love you...
Let me hold you, I'll let you cry.
Carly Findlay,
January 2000