She spends her days with shackles strapped to her feet,
locked by your addiction and you've thrown away the key
yet her face says she has everything
she could ever need.
Eyes wide and a smile that could change lives;
the chains a burden but for her this is fine,
for she knows that in time they'll no longer be by her side.
Flea the wreckage from which we can save ourselves,
so we can learn and forget then start again.
We planted seeds to start a new family tree so we could learn,
forget then start again.
If there was anything I could do to take the weight off your shoulders,
I'd answer all your unheard prayers –
say the word, I'll be there.
The lights have flickered on her life far too many times but the bulb still shines bright.
Inspired by everything that surrounds me;
I'll paint an image of this painful dream, you've had for years but won't dare to believe.
I'll carve into your concrete heart the life you always deserved to lead.
They'll chip away at the edges but the core will stay the same.
You buried your own perfections in seeking everything that's right in everybody but yourself.
The happy days are few and far between.
Held back by his demons for so long, squeezing every last drop of your selflessness.
Forever humble and always there, but this could drain your patience dry.

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