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when tomorrow comes for you,

know that there is o place

that you can hide.

i will find you,

seek you out in your refuge

and lay myself down

at the edge of your borders.

my love will find you

and try as you might,

as hard as you wish that

i will grow tired,

i will be waiting there

just within your reach.

for if you should find yourself

troubled by the madness of your own,

that which you will not share with me,

you will find comfort in my arms,

still anxious to love you and carry

your sorrow, suffering and hate.

though you might turn away

and hide yourself again every time,

these arms will let you go.

then, in a cycle, i will find you

and you might come to me

then you will run

and again, i will search

and i will wait

until waiting has no patience no more.

- anonymous -