there's nothing i wouldn't do.
when you're calling with a tired voice,
with no strength in that throat of yours,
and you're crawling on all fours.
i'll be breaking my arm trying to pull you up,
i'll be bending my spine to carry your achings,
i'll go blind trying to prove you the colours of life,
anything that would help you feel something.
every breath i take would be fatal,
because of all the continuous battles,
running down the road with pins in my feet,
with tears in my eye and tainting the streets,
you would be there right by my side,
in my tight grip and in my hollow vice,
you would notice i'd never catch my breath,
hoping all i'd saved is bequeathed.
and when you're telling me to stop,
that i should save myself too,
i'll only smile and look at you.
and i'll remind that this is all a debt being repaid,
for when you had saved me in a similar way,
after all, a life for a life,
a love for a love,
this is a wish i've made,
when i was about to die before i was saved.
(for those you love, and who loves you back.)
