I stand here on this cold winter morning. Where I stood 8 years ago, graveside. And tears flow inside me. They don't reach my face. The things that protect me make me numb.
And still I find in me the courage to speak those words.
"On this morning, when the cold is deepest
In this moment, when my heart is weakest
I make a vow, a promise
Do you want to hear my promise?"
I imagine hearing your voice saying yes. I imagine you leaning forward attentively. Deep breath. Here it is. I promise to become a man that can be loved.
I promise to become more beautiful, in body and in spirit. I promise to become a man others can look up to.
Why do I speak those words? Why do I promise those things? Because you deserve those words, and you deserve this promise. Because you were so strong, and never gave up.
Imperfect, cursed, but yet unbroken til the end. I carry this same curse, and yet I believe. You never sought help as much as you could have. I will be different in this respect.
No one can go through life alone. I'll be a helping hand, and seek a helping hand when mine is weak. One day a princess will come into my life, and by then I'll be the knight that she can love.
Full of honour, strength and beauty. Why? Because you deserve no less. Above all, I'll make you proud. That was my meaning. And it is again. On this cold morning, when I speak those words.
"When the cold is deepest I will think of you
Your pride will warm me, guide me through
All storm will pass, and yet my love it will endure
It's love that builds, and love that guides
My love for you.