Who will be my air, when I can barely breathe?
Who will fly with me, when I feel free?
Who will say that I already am, all that I long to be?
Who will catch me, when I fall on my knees?
Who will smile, when I find it hard to agree?
Who will come with me, when I have the urge to flee?
Who will be the one, to gladly pay my fee?
Who will whisper in my ear, when my heart is not filled with glee?
Who will guide me, when I am too blind to see?
Who will be my rock, when I am not strong like a tree?
Who will understand, when I set my own decree?
Who will forgive me enough, to always have my key?
Who will hold me, until I have become a we?
Most of all, who will love me for me?
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