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Not every treasure jingles loud,   Nor waits behind a will,   Some legacies are breathed, not bought—   A quiet, shaping skill. A steady hand through sleepless nights,   A voice that calms the storm,   The gift of being truly seen,   Of shelter, safe and warm. You gave your time when time was scarce,   You listened without end,   You taught me how to stand alone—   And also how to bend. The way you held the world at bay   When life was cold or wild,   The wealth you passed was in your gaze   Each time you called me “child.” Now years may turn and seasons shift,   And fortunes rise or fall,   But still I carry what you gave—   The richest gift of all. Not land, nor coin, nor fine estate,   But this I now possess:   The strength of love, the roots of grace,   A deeper inheritance.
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Loyal Cause

At dawn's soft rise, I stand alone,
With purpose wholly my own.
No broken trust, no fleeting ties,
Just the steady gaze of my own eyes.

I’ve seen the world turn, people stray,  
Watched promises crumble, drift away.  
But this path I walk, carved from my core,  
Is a bond that won’t fracture anymore.  

Loyal only to my dreams,  
No betrayal in what they mean.  
They won’t wander, they won’t fall,  
They answer every whispered call.  

Through storms of doubt, in winds of pain,  
I stay with them, they keep me sane.  
For this cause I’ve found is tried and true—  
It won’t cheat, it won’t undo.  

So here I stand, in quiet pride,  
With nothing more than me inside.  
I rise again, unbroken, free—  
Loyal only to my cause and me.

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