There will be many, who only make
You weak and feeling sore.
There will be those who only take,
And those You get Your heart torn for.
There will be them, who know too well,
What makes you the most dismal.
They will be pushing on those nerves,
You'll feel the scars in an instant.

Yet, there only will be few,
Who will make Your heart sing,
Who will make Your heart listen.
Who will make Your eyes sparkle,
Who will make Your eyes glisten.
To them- you must be true.