I’m not sure how to explain it
It would make you scoff anyway.
But I’ve got this feeling
A certain kind of joy that can’t fade.
My spirit has been forged
Out of the mercies from your heart.
With diligence, you sweep up the pieces
Of dreams that were torn apart.
Hope- you’ve given me a glimmer-
Shelter- you’ve covered my naked bones.
To what price should I pay?
I owe you my life.