If you have a hold on my breath,
The keys to life and death,
If there's an egg that holds my breath,
And you hold it and stand on an edge,
If you can decide my living
Heaven or hell,
If you can brighten my face or darken it;
If you can be a bullet or my blood,
If you can be a pillar or a flood,
If you can turn my additions to multiplications,
If you're better than a cherished dream come true,
If you're as enriching as good education,
If I can't hate you even if I try too hard;
If you have the strength to destroy the built,
If you have the dream to build on the built,
If you are on a stormy sea,
And hold the key to my dreams,
If you see me as a transparent glass,
And love my grace and my grass,
Then I know who you are.
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