I find it the very poetry. The very sway of the world
To call you Bug.
In the hopes that this girl, will keep the hope
That she has in her eyes
And will never tame the fire
That is lighting up her skies
And I want to be there
For every ounce of ache and pain
To see you pull together, Only to see
Another one of your shirts stain
Bug, be afraid. Be curious
Of what you can do
And in the back of your mind keep it.
That the world is meant for you