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When It Becomes the Past

Then how shall I protect thee?
How shall I be thy shield?
When thou shall leave thy youth,
When thou is now at last of age,
How shall I shield thee from the dangers of this world
How shall I fight for thee when thou is now a fighter with me?
What did it mean for me to fight for thee if thou should come to war with me?
I fought for thee so that thou shalt never be wounded by worldly pains. 

But now thou is inching closer to the line when I am helpless
How I wish for time to stand still, so that I may build thee
For time is so bitterly short! How am I to be with thee
And tell thee of what should not come to pass?

For I had long to be thy shield, but this resolve came too late

Now the present has become the past
And the teacher that I am is insufficient.