"I walk, taking a step at a time, slowly.
 Your eyes, they dig into my soul, and show me.
 They show me I am not alone, I am spared, from cruelty.
 That question, the very same I asked myself, where were we.
 Could this be fixed, could this be just something faulty.

 I look at you, my eyes wondering, but my heart sinking.
 Looking into the eyes of whom stands before me, I wonder.
 Could this true? Or am I overthinking.
 Lies pose no threat, so why do I ponder?


 I give you my sword, I know this to be it.
 When I get near you, my candle, has been lit.


 Your touch, your skin, where would I begin.
 I think of you, and my heart falls into the pits.
 You look to me, and I know, my feelings are a sin.
 However you know, that my feelings bare no tricks.

 Many others may have said it, though I know it to be true.
 Noone else, could make me more happy, than you.


 I give you my sword, I know this to be it.
 When I get near you, my candle, has been lit.


 Crush me, stamp me out, and you'll notice, that I'm still about.
 My feelings will never leave me, wherever you are.
 When my hand is in yours, I remember, there is no doubt.
 What I'm saying is, you shine brighter, than any other star.

 I close my eyes, and I thank that you stand by my side.
 When I see you, I cannot contain.
 The great heavens know that I tried.
 Surely what falls upon you is not rain.


 I give you my sword, I know this to be it.
 When I get near you, my candle, has been lit.

 Please don't leave me now, I don't want this to be it."