He made sure to show I belonged to him.
And of course his trade mark,
was a bruise.

There was a time, I was a child
and I could climb the wooded wild
and see out over treetops way beyond this place called home
Now I am grown, can barely climb
but give me time and I will find
another way to rise above and see beyond this poem

The paths I loved when I was nine
are overgrown with thorny vine
and streams beside, which I would sit
polluted now and hardly fit
but give me time and I will find
another path, a sparkling stream
which winds around and satisfies
a quiet place where we can dream.

Where there's a will, there is a way
and there's a path that's yours today
and if you come upon a place that somehow seems impassable,
the answer still, the same today
That if you ask and if you pray
the things you hope for, come what may
will rarely seem impossible.

I know what it's like to love someone
Love someone so much you feel worried for them
You want them to do there best
Cause you know they are better than that
feeling like everything you do for them just isn't enough
But it is.

It's more than enough.

I know what it's like to love someone more than they love you
When they are struggling the only thing you want to do is help them through
but everything you do doesn't feel like enough

But it's more than enough

I know what it's like to not be treated the same
I know what it's like denying that they don't feel the same
and trying to believe that if you were them they would do the same
Inside you know that you care too much,
But you love them to much to care too much
I know what it's like to be slowly erased

but I don't know what it's like to be loved too much