Your heart, as fragile as a spring
breeze,
Your thoughts, scattered with the
sea.
You say your heart, can never be
free,
You say your heart, calls for
me.
You said I was worth a
fight,
But then you lost your
sight.
You have no more
might,
And you're almost out of
light.
I promise you, if you grow
weary,
If you let go, I'll hold
on,
I'll stay
strong,
My entire life
long.
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