With you, I’d go through troubled times
And not have one regret.
I’d be the victim of hate crimes
And lose each “winning bet”.
I’d suffer hardships and disease
And never think to moan,
And crawl to work on hands and knees
And break my every bone.
You’re everything I’ve ever had
And all I ever could.
In you, there’s not one trace of bad;
You’re good as Good is good.
And, even when my body’s died,
I couldn’t lose you if I tried.
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