Fine

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Untied shoelaces pooled around your feet
Said they were too fancy, too neat
Could've saved a thousand band-aids
But really, I wouldn't have it any other way
Because each day
You get back up and cross the finish line
Yes, you're fine.

I wish I could be like you,
Because every little thing is bright and new
I wish you would share
How you stay so fine.

Unsaid words charged the air,
As you woke from your nonexistent nightmare,
You smiled and told me that you were fine.

You know, I looked up to you,
You know, you made me feel that way too.
Because someday, you'll grin at me again,
And you and I will both be fine.

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