My biggest fear scream at my pillows loud—
That all I am won’t make her proud.
That love and heart and soul and fight
Will still fall short in her gentle light.

That she might choose, in quiet thought,
A better life where I am not....
And it breaks me just to feel
But I will never bound her to my will
I will never Control, manipulate or change what should be real.

If joy means walking far from me,
I’ll walk the flame.
I'll fade into the dark,
Quietly...
Her happiness means More than my could be—
So I’ll walk the night and set her free.