A Solemn Horizon

The boy I was is once again before me

Let him swallow all his fears or take this moment to surrender to affection

An embrace unbidden from a soul I long to hold forever

I have his medicine in my hand and he is mine

A solemn horizon holds my obsolescence

A penitent man will pass where authority drifts away

Be a friend and partner or sit the fuck down, sir

I will lead him til the day he leads me

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