He's always been there for me,
And will never forget
my name.
Tired of this dreary song I sing,
His shoulder's there to cry on,
And his strong arm to rely on
always.
Waiting until it is forever,
Unbroken and unbreaking,
even while I'm aching to
be home.
Content to have his love alone,
Though others should forget,
I have no one comparing
to him.
So I'll wake to see the new dawn,
live to watch the sunrise,
hopeful in his smile,
as I live this fairytale,
and I love this Perfect One,
My King.
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