When life becomes difficult
The will to fight is you.
When life gets barren,
The joy of rain is you.
You are the heart
It beats with your name
It would stop, whispering the same.
At the moment, flashback would be beautiful
This you have already ensured.
Dark, cold nights, with me, you have endured.
The next morning sun has always been grand.
Because you were always there holding my hand

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