I spied you across the way sitting demurely
I dare a glance and I am captivated
I can see your innocence.
Mine has been shattered by what was
I want to hold you
like a warm beacon of light
And defend that innocence
Mine was stolen by being a victim
A victim of circumstances beyond my controll
Many times I cried out for a champion A protector, a saviour, someone to help
My champion was battered down,
beaten into submission
and so I had to bide my time
wait untill I was able to be my own
Champion
You don't have to wait
I will be there for you
defend you with all I have
Is my defence selfish or charitable…
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I think... Teaching others to defend themselves, or that they SHOULD defend themselves, is the way.
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