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 February.15.2001

 Trisha Barrk Hopkins

I will be your strength

When you are weak

I'll be your shine

When you are in darkness

I will be your compass 

When you are lost

I will be your air

When you can't breathe

I will be your future 

When you want to forget your past 

I will be your life

When you feel like dying 

I will give you love

When you feel like hating 

I will be your tissue

When you feel like crying

I'll be the understanding

When you no longer feel like dating 

I will be your words

When you have nothing to say

I will be your morning

When you feel like you have no day

I will be your water 

When you are thirsty

I will be your shade 

When you are hot 

I will be your eyes

When you no longer can see 

I will be with you

When you're at your favorite spot

I will be the one who restarts your heart

When it feels like it wants to die

I will be your legs

When you can no longer walk

I will be your something

When you feel like you have nothing

I'll be your words

When you can't talk

I will be your love

Till my dying day

Promise you everything

I'll stick by your side 

When no one else will

I will be your whatever

I will be your something

Always and forever

Copyright

Existence is a statue.

A beautiful works of art.

Does beauty have real value?

Its beauty warms my heart.

Everybody wants a piece of something
Everyone wants a piece of love
Time will freeze for just a moment
Ill lay my eyes on her, and she’ll be gone

For a lifetime, her stare will linger in me
I feel her presence out there somewhere
Deep beneath the unforgiving sea
Come back to me, and we will flee

Run away from this world of misery
Love is stronger than you or me
it’ll be like we're stars shining in the night
Heroes making for the final fight

When you leave, ill think of the night
You mesmerized me, and set an eternal fight
Between the stars, the world, it’ll all collide
The day has come, so i ‘am gone
I’ll still remember you while i push on

e.a.

I have something I'd like to
show,
Something from the long
ago.

Tied with ribbons in the
past,
Something from a treasure
chest.

Precious pieces interlock,
Like golden threads, in
a frock.

Everything comes into
view,
you're in this picture too.
 

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