Honors and wishes and troubles too,
beckon me to come to you
clarity in all I see
lingers when I talk to thee

thoughts I have though seem my own,
belong to you and me alone,
and left unto my own devise,
I only hunger for advice.

The only peace I've ever known
comes from the love that you have shown
as I crumble and fall down,
I'm lifted by your thorny crown.

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