Time Of Need
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Eric Cockrell
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last prayer tendered,
long veil pulled back;
i take you, without asking,
without caring, where
we've been, or whose dust
i brush from your lips.
my own hands are bruised,
and bloodied... my own demons
locked in their cage...
i am only a man,
you, a woman...
and this love, the only war
worth fighting in a world
of darkness, in this
time of need!
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