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She is love and enchanted dreams,    
But as I stumble with life,    
To try and hide - nothing but problems,    
I create    
And hear her in our chambers cry,    
To bury the screams of anger inside -      
That I made.    
     
Her everything makes more my whole,    
I have moments -      
She would admit when I am good,    
I'm her all,    
But these times are fewer and she is starting to know -    
My only fear - he may not be the one, and that without me she'll grow.    
     
She is still and feels,      
with a strength, she is fearful,    
has felt true pain before,    
And questions her strength is worth anything at all - or worth sharing anymore,    
With some one who is taking - taking more than before.    
     
My love can not change,    
And if I walk to the hither of my days,    
It will have not adapted nor moved,    
It will have punished and remained,    
So I know what is coming,    
It's a must,    
It is change - as that is scary.    
     
I'm not scared alone,    
It's where I was made from,    
The voice inside,    
My kingdom my soul,    
If I begged on one knee,    
It would be to offer this thee    
That it knows what it wants,    
And it knows how it grows,    
And it's placed next to yours,    
From where they came from,    
Mine was half lit,    
But your light took you home.