• I am hurting.
    But I'm loving,
    I'd rather it be me.
    Your like a brother, don't you see?
    I'd take a million stabs,
    enough to make me mad.
    To keep you out of harm,
    to kee you within safe arms.
    Live through all the bullets,
    die a million times.
    To live within the rymes
    of sweet and happy poetry,
    as long as you are happy
    I'll live through any pain,
    walk through any rain.
    Carry any weight,
    suffer all worlds hate.
    I'll move heaven and earth,
    to bring you any mirth.