• It is my hand,
    My hand that is painted
    In scars from so long ago,
    That you hold.

    Scars from the battles I
    Bravely fought for you,
    Most I nearly died in, but I
    Stood my ground and conquered all,
    Just to keep watching you smile.

    No matter how badly damaged
    My body had gotten, it was
    That same smile, that
    Touched my heart
    And made my body heal.

    With my flesh as your shield
    And my love for you my sword,
    I know deep within my mind
    That I wont always be by your
    Side, so my heart to you I give.
    Hoping that it may protect you
    With the happiness that I
    Share with you.