What do you see in me, that I can bare your name.
How do you justify, forgiving once again.
If giving my all to you, is all you truly need.
Then I give you everything, to work in spite of me.
All that I have, at all costs, anything that I should gain,
I count as loss, to know you, is all that I wanted.
The past left behind, out of my way,
pressing on to what you have now granted me,
can this be, IжЉ¦ all that you wanted.
When all of the feelings pass, along with certainty,
I cling to a faith that lasts, completely covering me.
