I've got somebody who's here for me
when I speak
they listen
he hears me.
He knows who you are
all of you.
Everyone who made me-
every memory that breaks me.
He cares, understands and grows with me.
It wouldn't be right
to brag so deeply
though he doesn't know
how much he means to me.
I wish I could share with you
My Journey
So you can know the depths of this reality.
Maybe, maybe none of you were that good for me.
Maybe I'll never get to see you grow-
you'll just be stuck in my memory.