You are the victim of my mood swings
Yet you don’t complain.
I know I have to fight my own battle
But you are the general of my army
I have weeds in the farm of my life
But I don’t care as I have you as my weed controller
I am not scared of the pitch dark
As I have you as my eternal flame
My life is a question book
But I don’t care as I have you as my guide.