I see a woman.
A beautiful woman who loves the Lord.
A woman with a haunted past and future bright.

She wears the mask that I can see straight through.
She does not need to hide from me.
For I love her to the moon and back.

We have already been through the woods and back,
but nothing can stop the fact that you're my creator.
And I will always be your home.

She holds me when I panic.
Hands me gifts when I'm anxious.
Passes over advice when I fall astray.

Deserving of a crown so bright.
For she is the daughter of a King.