March 28, 2015

 

 

Where he goes,

we know we go to;

brother’s in arms,

we’ll make it through.

 

Where he goes,

we know we must be;

this holy trinity,

just us three.

 

Where he goes,

wind blows, on his trail,

and true to form,

we’re on his tail.

 

Where he goes,

on whatever whim;

into damnation

we’ll follow him.

 

Where he goes,

we know we must be,

joined at the hip,

for all to see.

 

Where he goes,

we two have to say;

‘come hell or high water,

it has to be this way.’

 

 

 

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