grateful
To ask for something, you must give. This is the selfless choice of sacrifice. i asked for someone to love, you gave me his mother. I asked for a purpose in life, your gift calls me papa. For this i must return the favor and for him i give my back, my blood, my arms and legs. If he needs me handicap off they go, from the gift of birth for her the sword from my mouth to strike those who come to close to our garden of heaven. You ask me to dive i race to the bottom of the deep darkness. You give me life, i give you mine.
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