He was my sun
He warmed me to the heart
And kept me safe
He was my sea
He washed away bad thoughts
And kept me happy
He was my air
He gave me life
And kept me going
He was my northern star
He showed me the way
And kept me on track
He was my moon
He lit the night sky
And kept me brave
He was my wind
He blew everything else away
And kept me his
He was my fire
He burnt through the past
And kept me in the present
He was my everything
He made everything perfect
Now he's been stolen away by the skies
And I have nothing, just these few tears to cry
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