Fear but not for me.

I live in fear but not for me...for someone who has PTSD. He doesn't worry as much as I do but to me, he's braver than us two. He controls his anger and his hurt He is someone that I will never desert. His laugh, his smile and the light in his eyes, When it goes away, the life in me dies. To keep him happy, is my new joy, do not play around with him, he is not a toy. He means the world to me, and to me that's great. I don't want to be free, That's something I'll truly hate.  So I'll stand by his side forever and a day. He raises my pride that's all that's left to say.  He's fought for our freedom, our homes, and our souls. To me he's my hero His story never goes untold .

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