I've given you this thorn
Brutal of the clothes you worn, beaten tortured soul
Body bending, and the heart's fold
I am your guide, the length in your stride
when your sprint has slowed down
And I am there to pick you up from the ground
An enemy, a friend
My love that I can lend
Only to be a small gift
But the smaller things in life uplift
The brightness in your sight
For the hope in everything I gave
Were there the power and might
Even the pain i caused you
Were you made into a knight
And the change evolved you
From the love of the right
For whatever was wrong you were strong
Strong enough to fight
For my friend, You are a warrior of light
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