The Protector of the Past

Time and time again, our lives are on the line.
We never did notice, because of someone from behind.

We continue walking through the danger.
While secretly fostered, by the protector.

While we change, we’ll slowly feel pain.
Our protector slowly turns to grain.

Once our protector is gone.
Our lives will feel like dawn.

Once our lives end,
We’ll meet our protector when we ascend.

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