looking for my mind around emotion horde.
Better or worse will by me?
For else my back you see?
When in home I'll say to you
how much I care even though these are words few.
I'm here to rescue Thee...
not to bend your will,
but to let you free.
To let you be happy as me.
Over this hill,
that I call self-kill,
There is happiness beyond line
No point in being mad....
nor sad.
So let me help you just this once.
This once so you can smile twice.
To greet somebody third time...
To love someone fourth kind.
