My mind is a cøffer øf cømført,
take what yøu will at yøur lesiure.
Wørry nøt øf replenishing the reserves.
My arms are an øpen ørphanage–
shøuld løve and høpe have passed away,
find refuge frøm the cøld
biting winds øf apathy in my arms.
Sip frøm my pøøls øf patience
and extinguish the flames øf frustratiøn
that grøw deep within yøu.
If yøu have guns før hands
then secure the safety
and always pøint at my perseverance,
never at yøur persøn.
When yøu are weak,
knøw that my knees will knøck
but I will cøntinually carry yøu
till the end øf yøur days.
Inspired by the søng "Guns For Hands" x Twenty Øne Piløts, I alsø tøøk the "øpen ørphanage" line from the søng "27" x Fall Øut Bøy
(yes, all the alliteratiøn was intentiønal)