Him
I used to find it aggravating,you would fall asleep in your chair. But now when I look at you sleeping. with disheveled hair,I see the hard working man,For me to care.So now as you’re sleeping,In your leather chair.Dirt under your nails,Grease stains on your skin,I see the man,You have always been.By your side,I will stand.As long as I live,If there is breath in my lungs,By my side,You’re the…
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