Gentle

The world grows from strokes

Not Strikes

Soft words sway hearts

That threats could never move

Ask me to walk with you

Not carry you

And we will walk miles together and never tire

I am here for you

But Iam here for me too

A chain is strong

But you can not push one

Pull gently though

And I will follow

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