I wish you saw me like magic.
I wish I could take from you your hurt, your grief, your anger, your frustration
I would gladly offer your demons a walk with mine
You see in my mind, my demons are David and yours, Goliath
I know they seem large and oppressive, magnified by your pain and strife
and in comparison I seem small and incapable
But I am mighty in my resolve
and your crosses to bear would feel like feathers
to see you happy
I would taste your tears of defeat
and your weakness would be my strength
and I would carry us both
if you could see me like magic.