"You’ve been an almost so many thousands of times."

You have been many and different things to many strangers.

I might be that daughter you never made time for, now she’s all grown up married with a kid and the only time she calls you up is on your birthday. Let me be your second chance at building a relationship with a 'daughter’, tell me Nna’m (Daddy) would you do it once again?

I might be your sister, the one you always teased about her countless crushes on boys, she who went on and gave her life to a man your age and never got it back, teach me, show me how to love myself first, let me be your second chance, be my brother, be my rock.

I might be that friend who smiled at you and instantly you’d know the words I didn’t speak out loud, I might be that friend who knew what you were thinking before you opened your mouth, the friend you pushed away when things got really tough for you, when you needed someone and now all that’s left of what you had are plain 'hellos' and 'how’re you doings?'

I might be your last chance at true love, and you might never know if I'd be, truly the last one. So love me right, love me back. Show me your heart and I'll treat it right. Baby, share your wrinkles and your scars, I'd kiss them with milk and honey, bring you back to life. Let me be the reason you pause midday and smile, let me soothe the pain away.

I might be the goodbye you never said right, the last glance you never cherished, so look at me, look me in the eye and tell me things you wished you told them. Tell me everything and let me go peacefully.

I will be many, a thousand things to people: a daughter, a friend, a lover, a mentor... But first, but first darling let me be the peace you never had, the hands you’ve always needed to hold you right. Let me be your resting place, your warrior, your best friend. Would you, let me be a thousand things to you, just you baby?

Cyra