Here I stand
With ten thousand swords pointed at my throat
I fight for you
With myself frozen
I burn my white flag
To show everyone that red flag
Which tells them to step back
Although you may move on
And so will everyone else
Losing you would be worse
Than ten million bullets to the heart
My heart is my home
And there's nobody else
So it sits there
With no room to roam
(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson
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