You do the small of things,
Cause in the end when she sits with all the thoughts
Playing through her mind adding up all the reasons
Live or Die...
She will remember all the times
You took her by the hand and lead her,
Lifted her from that grave, made her feel alive,
Reassured her that she existed with a simple look in the eyes.
Sat and sorted through her thoughts with her,
Prevented one more cut...
You did the smallest of things,
But to her it was enough to live for...
