Red String
Tightly tied to me
Is a thick, red string.
And wherever I may go,
It will follow my lead.
It lays down after my every step.
It never breaks and never ends.
It goes across water, over hills,
follows each curve, wind, and bend.
And if I am to ever give in,
I'll turn around and collect it again.
And follow it to the very end,
Lying tightly clenched inside your hand.
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