Your Strength

Your bitter words have left your tales unsung for far too long

And you would be but a shadow in the night if your eyes didn’t burn so bright

Let me wash the blood off your hands and bandage your wounds

Any form of death would be coming too soon

I’d rather be deaf dumb and blind than have to attend your funeral

Your voice is musical and the words you spin are ethereal

Please don’t ever leave me behind

I want to be there when you’re weeping to dry those pretty eyes

And help you so you don’t down another shot of vodka or snort another line or cut another time

Your beauty is in your elegant, subtle strength that is so obvious even when you feel weak and have tear stains on your face