I’m trying hard to understand
The dimness of the lights
Who spurned the chance to hold your hand
Through all your lonely nights.

They must have thought that it was you –
That you were too in need –
So gladly left you making do
With insufficient feed.

But they could not have been more wrong;
You shouldn’t go without!
So here I am, your whole life long,
To leave you in no doubt:

As long as I’m still flesh and bone,
You’ll never need to sleep alone.

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