If I were a broken bough,
Would still you rest beside me?
And if I splintered at your touch,
Would then you scold and walk away?
If I were but a stormy day,
Would still you scamper carefree?
And should my tempest rant and rage,
Would not you walk with anxious care?
And should my deepest darkest night,
Fill up your heart with trembling dread,
Would not you with a shudder step,
As gay and carefree as you would?
Then take my arm and walk with me,
And we shall brave the future thus,
Without a care, save for each other,
And in so doing a family be.
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