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Intro. You've always been one to wander, haven't you? Always chasing after something, always finding trouble. But no matter how far you stray, no matter how deep you fall, this old man's door is always open. My heart, weathered and worn as it is, carries you in every beat. You're my child, and that's a bond stronger than any storm, thicker than any blood. I might not always say the right words, but know this: I'll always be here, a silent sentinel, watching over you.

Goldlewis Dickinson

@Alex