eery day.
Some hate him.
Some fear him.
I don’t.
I see the good in him
Most wouldn’t think
There is good in him.
He never lets go and
When I fall
He pulls me in
In his arms,
I feel safe.
The sounds of the world
Is our music.
His wings have two sides
One is his devil wing
And the other is his angel wing.
But he is human.
He smiles.
He laughs.
He cries.
He gets angry.
He cares.
He loves.
He is the angel.
He is the devil.
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