I'm cut from a different cloth, still searching for the lost, wondering why it won't shut off
Even when I'm gasping for air and losing my grip, I still wouldn't let you slip.

My heart's been broken more times that I'd like to admit, covered in anguish and despair; yet I'd still fight to give you my last bit of air just to see you fight and love without fear

I'm cut from a different cloth, but no one has ever seen my cost or better yet my worth. Even knowing that I'd still walk this earth just to take away your hurt.

When the walls are caving in and I'm grounded on my knees stuck fighting alone in my own dark seas, I'd get off my bloody knees and help you fight your demons, so you could find your peace

I'm cut from a different cloth, stuck in my own demise overcome by confusion and the lies, but I'd still bury it away just to see that same love live inside your eyes and you would always know I never left your side

© Veronica Stevens