He promises her he will be true to her forever.
As they seal their covenant with golden bands.
But he is only a man.
Imperfect and fallible.
Empty words and broken promises.

He promises her he will be her friend forever.
They will write and call and share life together.
She thinks he will always care about her.
But he is only a man.
Imperfect and fallible.
Empty words and broken promises.

He promises her that His love for her
is Eternal and Unchanging.
That she is forgiven,
and His precious gem.
He promises He will never leave
or forsake her.
For she is His child,
and He is her Father.
He is God.
Perfect and Loving.
Who keeps His Word
and fulfills His Promises.

She has fought through illness and heart pain.
She has seen tragedies, time and again.
She risked her own life so I could be born.
Not listening to the doctors who said to abort.
She has stood through life's trials,
and has come out stronger.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.

She has questioned God.
But her faith has not faltered.
She has placed herself in His hands,
for however long He gives her.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.

She is gentle-spirited, yet a warrior.
She is quiet, yet bold.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.

And she is still fighting.
She has endured long.
And continues to endure.
Whatever comes.
Her story will be told.
To future generations.
I will tell her story.
Her legacy of faith.
For I am her daughter,
and I love her.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.
With her Faithful God behind her.

A city is burning.
The heat has been rising.
People are evacuating.
Fear everywhere.
Homes threatened.
Lives threatened.
Homes up in flames.
Cars driving between
forests ablaze.
Making their escape.
Smoke in the air.
But I used to live there...

I remember the sled dogs in the Winter.
And the Northern Lights dancing
in the air.
And the green forest across from our lair.
I used to live there.

But now...
the city is burning.
Homes are lost.
Families are displaced.
People are evacuating.
A city is burning.

I used to live there.

I hear the beauty of melodies sung by winged ones,
as darkness descends.
Birds sing their sweet songs
at dusk once again.
Their lovely voices ring out
in the quiet of the night.
The darkness does not fill them
with fright.
Birds.
Among the black branches.
Singing their songs at dusk.
To my heart a message they send:
May I also sing along with them
when darkness descends.