When you cry in my arms,
it's not because you're weak,
it's just a sign you've held on tight,
for far too long, too bleak.
And finally you have a place
to let it all be released,
to lay your pain down for a moment,
let your tears flow free in peace.
So cry, with a reason, without one too,
let it all go, don't think it through,
because I'm here, I am yours,
to give you space to love what's true.
If I can't hold all of you,
then who am I supposed to be?
I won't be just someone passing by,
I want to be your time, endlessly.
To be the chapter that matters most,
written in letters of shining gold,
the page you always turn back to,
the embrace that never lets go.
And just when fear begins to rise,
trust grows stronger in your eyes.
When you open yourself to me, deep inside,
everything becomes more real, amplified.
A surrender that's deeper,
a feeling unknown,
with every strike
the collar becomes something beyond.
Not just flesh and bone.
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