What makes me quake
What keeps me awake
To stand before all I love
And know what's at stake
When even my unworthiness seems
Shallow and fake
My love for my own sake
For all for me I can take
To feel your gaze drift toward me
Whether I'm asleep or awake
Things I love people I love
The earnestness of children or a tree
That saves me from myself for you
Just as I'm about to break
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