Sh-Ron Almeida
Asst. Arts & Entertainment Editor
You take the wheel, I hoist the sails
I’ll offer a bucket, you fetch the water
You shiver from the cold, I offer the blanket
I burst into tears; you cradle me to sleep
You fight your enemies; I patch up your wounds
I sing on stage; you cheer me on from a distance
You collect the wood, I start the campfire
I fight my hunger; you offer your bread
You embrace me tightly; I lose myself to your scent
I take your hand, you squeeze it tightly
The bridge is strong between us
We won’t let the blades server our bond
Let’s put our heads together and dream the same dream