Guardian
For every wrong move there is a right.
For every dark corner there is a light.
For every fall there is flight.
For the rude ones that need to be polite.
For every loose end that holds on tight.
For every fire that needs to ignite.
For every person out there tonight.
I am your guardian, I am your knight.
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