If my life was a bird,
You’ll be my wings to fly again.
If I was a disabled man,
You’ll be my support to stand again.
If my life was a song,
You’ll be the notes that people sing again and again.
If my life defined poverty,
You’ll be this poor man’s lottery.
I am not just lucky to have you,
Or a blessed soul to have met you.
You’re like, the cure to my illness,
the energy in my laziness,
The concentration in my carelessness,
And the fun in my seriousness.
You are, whatever you are, youre mine.
Cause without you..
I wont call what I am living,