I’ll be more gentle,
to the thorns that want to hurt me.
And I’ll be kinder,
to the waves that want to drown me.
I’ll keep filling
the void forming in between.
And I’ll keep being strong,
despite the odds to let this knot stay put.
I’ll be the sun,
helping you grow like a flower.
And I’ll be the moon, shining as bright,
no matter how dark the night will be!