- these verses -

she beet you down , 
its plain to see, 
how a soul as fragile as yours,
made it all too easy .

the words you write,
and the tears you cry,
make you all worth while -
makes you worth how hard I try.

the past brought me pain, 
from unwilling you , 
but now I see a chance,
something I want to pursuit.

I can be what you need , 
now can you see ?
that all she never was , 
is everything I can be. 

But who am I to write such things, 
and hope you understand, 
that all I really want, 
is for us the beat the odds, hand in hand. 

So I write these last 4 verses, 
to your work , they cannot compare, 
I hope you understand these rhymes, 
and I hope for love, one day we will share.