*Before you read on, you might struggle...
I get up in the morning...

I love my country dearly,
I celebrate it yearly...

All these thoughts I put to paper,
Stream from my heart to my hand...

There is something,
I must confess...

I remember meeting;
Hands shaking, heart beating...

These words I'm writing are streaming straight...
Right through my fingers for you to read then rip...

Sometimes, I will admit, I think you're sort of...
But all-in-all you're good, a genuine good-doer...

You get rid of even the most obvious scars,
And light up my night more than a thousand stars...

Seeing you look at me with those beautiful eyes,
Hearing you talking and your sarcastic sighs...

I know that,
I always tell you to be stronger...

Even with everything we've been through,
All the shit and the tears...

So I'm at this party,
Chillin' with my friends...